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You carry yourself like a junky
Always withdrawn from something
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Summer isn’t content
Summer is the burning light on pale skin and blood stained bedsheets
Summer is the stream of tears and sweat melding into one another down my cheeks
My skull is a pressure cooker, my desperation the flame
You weren’t the saint nor the sinner
You were the wet dreams and nightmares
You were the shrivelled, yellow leaves that caressed the back of my neck each morning
You left me, in a wind of discontent for the flaws others did not garnish
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Grandparent’s call in congratulations.
Ugly knees bend in the road,
11:30 and she still texts
In a voice of condemnation.
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IPhone Notes;
8707
Paint friends tattoos onto mannequin parts
The for sale sign at an intersection I'm scared to cross
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Rain
1000 needles and pins
And other sharp things
Pressing into my skin
Cold kisses at the end of sleepless nights
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I like making up stories about the people I give directions to;
where they’re going, who they’ll meet.
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The plants I killed as we fucked.
The sweaters and socks I no longer posses.
Days and Days and Days
And I would always give more,
For you.
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IPhone Notes; Use Fleshlight as flower vase.
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She smells like rotting petals.
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I drift unnoticeable by your side.
An anchor or reassurance.
A helot to your state of indifference.
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God is a child.
Clumsy and frantic.
The old dog of time
Comes crashing through his dominos,
As he picks apart his own creations
To peg at the tumour ridden beagle.
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God created man so he could destroy the world.
The Devil created love so man could destroy himself.
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It’s the wound that never closes.
A constant oozing of life into life into life.
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IPhone Notes;
Katoomba train station
Blue stem squeezey
Car park
Pick a bunch dood
Carrington hotel - grass + benches
Ask the dudes
Subway
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You cleaned sheets,
I watched myself whither in the mirror.
You pulled an air of confidence from my marrow
And stitched it to my skin.
I used it in search of an exit sign.
I preach of being gentle and pure,
No one dares exhume my sin.
Our strings entwined;
You pull us together,
Lips meet lightly
As I press our blade
Into my throat.
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I could hold the world in my palm
Yet spilling even a grain of sand
Would bring me to my knees.
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IPhone Notes;
You can tell he is getting desperate to impress you with his fishing skills
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I fall asleep to whale songs.
Thoughts of you pull me from slumber.
I’m happy to be conscious with you in my mind.
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I am a child in the tall grass. Screaming,
“Mother! Mother! Please find me!”
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Those ends of days when I don’t feel so confident about your love for me,
Like your affection moves with the sun
And on some nights I can see the light of the moon from my pillow
And on other nights I see nothing but 100 tiny fragments telling me that it has faded and I wasn’t enough.
The moon beckons the tide to swallow my body
And the sun melts the icecaps in agreeance.
Is it love or fear I drown myself in?
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Angelita.
I was wearing your shirt before I knew your name.
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Maybe one day, I will be a bird.
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