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Latte, Tyler Pardini

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There Was A Boy...

There was a boy

With blue eyes and blond hair

That kissed me hard

And taught me what it meant to hurt

There was a boy

Who had been a child model

Who showed me what it meant

To be betrayed

There was a boy

With the most beautiful body

Who didn’t come out

And taught me

How lonely, lonely can be.

There was a boy

With whom I could create

But from him I learned

What it meant to be too late.

There was a boy

Who always reminded me of home

And when we were alone

He taught me how to let go

There is a boy

Who I barely know

But how can he compete

With a list of people and what they’ve taught me

So much stacked against him

And im definitely no cakewalk

But maybe,

Maybe,

Maybe,

He’ll teach me happiness

-Tyler Pardini

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Fluffy Synthetic Shreads

One More Cigarette

One Last Bowl

One more poem, even though I’ve written this one before

Started the same way, with the same intention

But all I need to

To squash this intention

The one that I keep having

That keeps me up at night

A keeps be clawing at my pillow, nightly

Tearing it to shreds, fluffy synthetic shreds.

Anything to keep me from clawing my own wounds open

Just to show you that I can bleed

And that I can feel pain

And that I seek forgiveness.

So you can take the needle and thread and sew my cuts

Right back up

Gently, but firmly.

Stop the bleeding,

But continue reading my eyes

Every time we talk

Because behind that all knowing smirk

That is forever pastel shaded on my face

You’re gaining my approval

You’re passing the test

You’re making my heart open to you.

And if only you knew

How much it meant when you were open to me to

Then you would know what you mean to me.

One last cigarette

One last bowl

One more way to bury you.

-Tyler Pardini

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Fridays

Lunch with Julie Clarke

Underneath a big white tent.

How am I so old?

-Tyler Pardini