Vore
why do I only
taste like forever
on my knees
where you can't see
the bruises
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Yours
If I'm going to be hurt
by the absence of any man,
perhaps it is beautiful
that at least
it's yours.
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One Year Later
Someone new,
someone not you,
kissed my body in ways you didn't
and left a bite mark on my throat.
When I breathlessly begged him
to please fuck me harder
please, please, please—
I wonder
if you felt the bite.
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Valentine's Day
I think of you often. I miss the softness of your hair, your skin. Your shy glances and soft smiles. Your voice. Your hands. Your fingertips. Your lips. Sleeping next to you. Waking at the same time in the middle of the night, straddling you with sleepy kisses, easing you back into me as if I'm the only place you truly belong. I think of you, and I often wonder if I'm ever going to see you again.
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A Year Is a Long Time
It's up to you to overcome
what keeps you running,
what keeps you away.
I cannot wait forever
if you will not stay.
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Untitled
The further along this healing journey I crawl,
the more comfortable my inner child feels
telling me her secrets. Now I understand
why I clench my teeth so hard in my sleep,
I have an overworked masseter muscle.
Why I would cover my mouth with my hand
for hours, every day, scared to leave it unprotected.
Why I couldn't even brush my teeth,
without the darkest parts of me
begging for it to stop.
Why I used to sleep with my head under the covers,
even though it was hard to breathe,
holding the edges down. Peeking out
from under the blanket, terrified
I would see eyes.
My father had blue eyes,
and I was always glad
I didn't inherit them.
People have told me, my entire life,
that I would've been prettier with blue eyes.
Men especially.
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Blood and Water
when you die
I wonder if I'm going to cry
because you're gone
or because
after all these years
I am finally
free
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Disappearing Act, Pt. 2
I look at pictures of you often.
I don't have too many;
but the ones I do have,
I always come back to.
I look at your perfect lips
and pretty eyes and I wonder
when you'll come back,
too.
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Where the Light Is
I won't be able to say this once I'm dead,
so while I'm still alive, let me tell you what I love:
you, my dogs, quiet moments, good coffee,
you, moving music, cool breezes, clean sheets,
you, my cozy little home, my cozy little life,
waking up this morning,
every moment we have spent together.
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Still
I still don't want anyone else
but you
I wonder if you feel it, too
only you
I think you do
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2:29 am
Alone in bed
thinking of you,
not knowing if
you're alone, too.
I wish you'd tell me
if I'm patient or foolish.
I wish I could ask,
but we both know why
that phone call would go
straight to voicemail.
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See You Soon?
in our separation
I hope my words
are the forehead kiss
you are not quite ready
to receive
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Fool For You
Late night texts, later night lips. In your arms, in your hands, gently, tenderly, once again. New place, same city. Same white bed sheets within you'll spend the next week idly finding long blonde pieces of me. It's hard to forget me, isn't it? Not just the pieces of me that stay with you when I crawl back into your bed, but the parts of you you leave with me, too. The way I kiss your neck, kiss down your body, leave you out of breath. You make me tremble, too; it's been this way since we met. Holding your face in my hands, fingertips grazing your jawline, I'm a fool only for you. We don't talk about how we left things, how you hurt me. Our lips can't part long enough to find the words. How long has it been? Slowly. Two years? Deeply. Three? Look at me. Eyes wandering over my body, taking me in, you finally meet mine: "So beautiful." Do you know how hard it is to say no to you?
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"Survivor"
In the light,
I wonder how depression
ever convinced me to leave
this earth.
In the night,
I remember.
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Disappearing Act
I bought you birthday gifts
in early April.
It's mid-July.
They still sit unopened,
untouched,
in my to-go bag.
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Twin Flame
you struggle
to show me all of you
worried all of you would be
too much
don’t you realize
too much
is still not enough
when everything I want
is you
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Stranger, Pt. 2
the grace and grief
of knowing
you
will never be able to
give my future children
the kind of childhood
you gave
me
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