31.5.11

Fight

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it may seem ungrateful, but the only words you sing for me aren’t even your own. and yet the words i write about you – for you – they’re the only things i have.

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23.5.11

Loving Strangers

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it’s the funny bone of my brain that drives me insane. the things people say are like brick walls and table edges. if i shake it, it won’t go away. i can’t pin it down into a feeling. you can’t touch a ghost; everyone knows that.

if i can’t name it. if i can’t trace its shape in my mind. if i never find out how to live with it. if i have to live with it.

then i am not the person i pretend to be when everyone is watching.

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14.5.11

Roslyn

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my throat closed up when you said you’d never been anywhere else, never got to travel the way i do. but you don’t know. every place that i’ve stood in for the last three years; each empty sidewalk, rooftop and riverbed. all the corners of all the rooms. you were there with me.

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9.5.11

Nice Thick Feathers

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i found this at the back of my closet two weeks ago.

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everyone wants that catharsis, that being able to let go for certain. i try, but you should know me better than this. after all, how many times can i say that i’m sorry before i forget that i’m actually supposed to be sincere?

but then again, you told me in a song once that words are all i have to take your heart away. and i did, didn’t i? took everything you had just by making you believe i could care enough. all those times, you thought you were special. you thought you would be the one.

so here’s your cliche. don’t spend it all in one place; people might start to think you’re as gullible as you look.

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8.5.11

Just Like A Wall

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i want to be more eloquent than this. if i could manage to put into words the things i really want to say. but there is-

you in a cloud of smoke i walk through. on the way to the pharmacology lab. in my lungs. you. people stare when i breathe in. breathe you in. you.

it doesn’t even sound right in my head.

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2.5.11

I’m A Sucker For A Kind Word

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i want you to fix this. say that you can make it better, that there is a special kind of glue you plucked from the stars that holds everything together. even hearts like ours, that were always apart to begin with.

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