Maybe if I had done something differently. (C.B) (6.14.17)
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Maybe if I had done something differently. (C.B) (6.14.17)
i carry you in the heart of summer in sweat dripped on sidewalks the constant groan of cicadas hidden in the trees you remember how you taught me to skip stones off the neighborhood streets your fingers around my wrist breath kissing skin how we made an art out of close enough but never closer
july, megan murphy
“I am half a bird half a girl. You are half of me and I am all for you.”
— Florence Welch, from “Useless Magic: Lyrics & Poetry,” published c. 2018
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needed & need had me by the unclean throat
— Chase Berggrun, from “Hierarchies,” published in Cosmonaut’s Avenue
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This is what it’s like to be an adult.
it’s weird to think that we are living in skin that has never touched now. it’s weird how there is nothing left of me clawed in you no matter how much i tried.
so me and your ghost walk into a bar but neither of us order anything we just sit and pick at the scabs on our hands and the stitches left by silence you ask me, 'shouldn't you be over this by now' and i laugh even though there is no punchline only the snare drum sting of my heart against my chest
I SWEAR I’VE HEARD THIS JOKE BEFORE, megan murphy
i still don’t think i know.
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april 2, in which lemons are just lemons and not something we can turn sweet, megan murphy
I keep having dreams of meeting you in the garden, or paradise, or whatever we called it still arguing over if it was something given or something we made You kept shovels in your hands, the same ones you used to show me how to dig up my heart from the earth and plant it in the soil of your chest I say, “too bad everything we’ve grown is dead now” “Yeah,” you say, spitting up weeds “it’s a real shame”
april 1 or how does our garden grow, megan murphy (via murphys-luck)
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