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4:05 am

Excuse me.  I see your lips are loveless, lazy

May I say. Your iris looks dull. Cloudless, yet, hazy. 

Excuse me. But your lashes bat so much, yet they're tearless. May I say. Your grip on reality strengthens the fearless. You may think at times That your ears may be oddly molded.  But no You are origami. Tactically folded.  You may think at times That your teeth are far too crooked. But no. It's the feel of your words. The feel of your Words. 

The feel of Your Words.  That are exploding behind the loveless lips that give the strength and passion.  The tearless fashion.  The leather laced boot of security,

To the Fearless. 

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10:54 am

It's times like this Where even the  Warmest Souls Rest their eyes.

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4:30pm

As my pen hits paper I can feel a blister form. Clay hands stained soft pink. My laces. Untied on my laceless thrift.

Rubbing a heel A part of my leg Against the chair's leg. Without the heal. Oh fuck I'm a wit. Kind of like this morning. More painful.

But kind of like this morning. Yet preventable. 

Not at all like this morning. 

I'm out? Really?  Fuck. Why? Pathetic pen.  I work.  I'm working.  Like a tractor in Detroit Catching the quickest train stop to Dallas. It sits. Wheels greased. All slicked up for it's upcoming interview.  Why is the train so late?  I'm going to be late.  It better not stop.  Fuck I'm going to be late.  It's stopping.  Fuck. It's stopping. Just like God's ink. 

I am inanimate.

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I called. We met back at our old spot Back when we were “we” You were shaking. I used to call you a tomato. Cute but  Your face now looks just as bloodshot as your eyes. Your hands shook steadily shifting through crumpled notes and paper. I read your fears Your longings Your needs

I left my ears open, Doors hung on worn hinges that could never shut on you. Couldn’t tell if you were drunk high or withdrawn, But you spoke better than you ever had, Back when we were “we”. The way your eyes glistened at the sight of me never changed, Yet the pain behind them A dress rehearsal Throughout the years. You told me you loved me.  You asked me how I knew  When you were in trouble When I was miles away When we didn’t speak for weeks When you thought I didn’t care. You said I was your soulmate. You said you understood. You said you were thankful for the lessons. You said you’ll always respect my decisions. I sat down staring at your trembling hands Recounting the stars on the backs of your palms.

You said you’ll always love me.  You said you had to let me go.  You said I could delete your number myself. You said you didn’t know how to work my phone. You said stop laughing. You said I was being an asshole. You said you weren’t crying. You said you knew how to put your helmet on yourself. You said that you weren’t trying to look cool. You said that i should just go away. You said to stop caring about you. You said to stop caring about you.  You said to stop caring about you. 

You used to say don’t stop caring for me.

Back when we were “we”.