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You’re a fucking cloud

I remember his voice As I bring it up.

You’re all the way up there, So, I reach, and reach, but I can’t grab you. Because you’re a fucking cloud.

I’m sorry - I thought. Maybe I should come down, Float below my sky, To his arms. It would feel, So nice. Maybe.

Get down here. Because I can’t reach you Up there.

He got louder, so I fell, Fast and thorough. I fell to him.

Yes, good girl, Get down from your stupid Sky and lay with me in the Grass.

Falling, I counted the Birds, Shocked by my Obedience.

Coming.

Gone, As I got Closer. Melting, Disappearing.

And he walked away.

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I wrote a song for you, but you did not let me sing with my own voice.

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Seven

I remember the first time.

Her cocked smirk,

as she let the words drip

from her lips.

I waited for her to finish.

Watched as she poured her

lungs into me.

A grace I never knew she had,

spilling into my soul;

seeping in.

I wonder if she knows

how her skin paints itself onto mine,

or how her face etches

behind my eyes.

Images denting a flawless mold,

twisting the steel rods which once

towered to keep me safe.

And here, she sticks to me.

Singing a divine song

I’ve never heard before.

Ripping apart my lining,

forging into the corners of my

multi-colored insides

awoken by her touch.

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Today

Re-reading the sickness, I remember the pain. Contorting emotions, Ink and blood stained. Today is much different, It no longer hurts. I fear the displacement Will weaken my words.

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Relapse

Patterns drip For nothing, She thinks, Pacing, Wandering through The things he used To say, Before his eyes got Red and he ran Away.

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Slow

Lights off, I try to fix it, But it’s not clear Whether the air Between us will Let me suffocate The fears that rest Gently along our Hips. Feeling the Images of a future Dissipate into fog, Into cityscapes. Bricks clash like The tension we Notice. Oh, The wait is so Slow.

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