brightlightsloudnoises:

I’ve spent months
trying to figure out
how to get
you down
on paper

I’ve tilted bottles
and paid tabs
I’ve stared
strained
slept
and
gambled

I’ve met the sun
with
empty glassy
eyes
on the edge of a bed
of someone
I barely
know

but you’ve always been
on my mind

a puzzle

something washed up
on the shore

and on
the tip
of my
tongue

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forpoetry:

in love to
the point
of
madness

she’s pissed
too

Victorian velvet
purple
on her
robe

mine’s blue

six centuries
later
I’m not bored
with any crease
on her

we feed
we fuck
we dance

things that make
me ponder

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