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[livingforblues]

There's a house.

Rusted metal sheet roof, white paint chipped walls.

With a big old dog chained to the fence.

Overseeing the sheep,

He does his job well.

Home means something special to him.

[livingforblues]

Roadtrip

Cramped in the back of a six-seater,

Knees touching with my friend.

Singing to Amy Winehouse,

Surrounded by friends.

A Canon Camera in my lap,

Nestled between my legs.

Looking outside the window,

Fields and run-down houses,

Tire swings out front.

My friends laughter echoes off the walls,

I'll miss this.

See you next summer.

[livingforblues]

I'm scared if I touch you again, your delicate pieces will break, like porcelain.

[terrorignitis]

Juansen Dizon, i am the architect of my own destruction

[livingforblues]

Don'ts

I don't miss your enchanting smile

I don't miss your warm embrace

I don't miss your playful jabs

I don't miss your sweet scent

I don't miss your eyes, amber in the sun

I don't miss the taste of your mouth

I don't miss your artistry, the lines you create

I don't miss your writing, paragraphs of hope

And I definitely don't miss you.

[livingforblues]

Stray Cat

Can I approach you,

With all the love in the world,

Give you a safe place to sleep,

And a shoulder to lean on.

You run away everytime,

That I say "Trust me",

"I Love you",

And more.

I want to hold you in my arms forever, Kitty.

I will give you all the love in the world.

I will give you a safe home, to rest whenever you'd like.

I will give you a shoulder to lean on.

So please, Kitty.

Let me keep you safe,

I will do it, because I want to.

[livingforblues]

You would let me be your first kiss.

If you even think thats important.

You would let me take your virginity.

If you even believe in that.

You would let me touch you.

Feel every tooth in your mouth.

Embrace you every night.

If you let me do all this,

Why don't I see doves in your eyes?

[livingforblues]

Tipsy

She sits at the corner of the bar.

Flipping through a journal,

older than her mother.

She locks eyes on a regular,

with a husky beard and no real teeth.

Diligently,

rips out a page.

Ink on the parchment, like her ancestors in France,

or Europe, or somewhere with a small percentage,

on her ancestry DNA test.

She scribbles her number,

slides it under a glass.

But the condensation on the cup, makes the digits,

Ineligible.

And he looks at her sideways,

like a no-good alley cat,

begging him for scraps.

[livingforblues]

Nobody Knows What They Are Doing.

[livingforblues]

I've seen the CN tower,

Almost everyday of my life.

Nothing can compare now,

To seeing it alongside you.

We get to see the colors,

Flashing and vibrant.

While we club,

The lights bounce off of you,

Like the CN tower.

And I can't wait,

To see that every morning, again.

[livingforblues]

A Rothko

I was in a museum the other day.

And I stood in front of a painting.

Two squares of green,

On a messily prepared canvas.

There were only a few people around,

A quiet room.

The boy in front of me, spoke under his breath,

"It's just green boxes".

He didn't see,

How it was once her favorite color.

My most cherished girl,

Once adored that shade of green.

It was emerald, and forest,

And evergreen, and phthalo,

And as if it was the ocean floor, covered in algae.

Rothko made it, I'm sure,

Just for her.

[livingforblues]

Father's Day

Cheers.

To me, my own daddy.

My pants have always been too big,

And I've had no help keeping them on.

Wish I had a belt,

But you know I can't hold one safety.

Im too scared I'd be like my daddy,

Letting my anger leave marks.

My mug has always been too big,

Holding my own tears.

Big Bold Letters, "Daddy's beer".

Wish I had a cig,

But you know I can't smoke no more.

Im too scared I'd be like my daddy,

Letting my anger leave marks.

[livingforblues]

Warm bodies as close as can be.

Shouting in the streets,

Sirens fading out of earshot.

Turn to you in bed, and whisper

Fuck me like,

Fuck me like,

Fuck me like,

No, I can't say.

But I want you to fuck me like something

I'm not ready to tell you.

[livingforblues]

Carmilla

I held on to a book you gave me,

nine months ago.

The paperback cover, water damaged,

sitting at the bottom of my bag.

I turned every page with gentleness,

And you reminded me of the girl in it.

When she was described as beautiful, otherworldly,

and soft.

When she was described as erratic, melancholic,

and dichotomous.

I told you,

You remind me of Carmilla.

[livingforblues]

Your curls are so pretty,

Coiled like a puppy's.

Your face is so soft,

Like the underside of a dog's belly.

Your hands envelop me,

As if you're greeting me at the door.

But where's your loyalty?

Aren't you supposed to be man's best friend?

[livingforblues]

Where's my highschool sweetheart?

The one I dance with at prom,

Who I kiss walking home from school.

When I walk down the stage,

Graduating, this phase of my life,

And I see her in the distance.

She cheers for me.

But I don't hear cheering,

No, she's looking the other way.

All I can ask, crying,

Where's my highschool sweetheart?

[livingforblues]

I howl at the moon,

With how much I'm missing you.

I need to get over it,

But I'm just a fool.

It's very blasé,

When I don't feel your lips on mine.

I know we both want this,

Just tell me that it's fine.

The sun's coming up,

And we've ran out of time.