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Slowly aching
Begging

For the taking
Of pink tongue

Licking
Flicking
Across every
over exposed
Nerve

And the rush
When
The milk bowl
Spills

And spinning
Of worlds
Before everything
Stills

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Reality versus fantasy 

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I look out the window
At the sunset
So beautiful
It steals my breath

All the blue and white
And different shades
Of pink

Makes me think
Dream and scheme
Of reams
Of happily ever afters

But then I remember
Just because
It’s breathtaking
Doesn’t mean
It lasts

Wake up

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I’m not quite certain
You all
Quite understand

That I am
Not far away
From an irreversible
Fall

Tumble down
Steep precipice
Long after
Last call

Where party goers
Drunkenly sing
Bring false merriment
And vague
Sentiments

Expecting me
Somehow
To be about
Still standing tall

When you finally
Get around
To figuring it out

I’ll be
But an echo
A ghost

Somewhere
Betwixt
Memory
And madness

Stupid feelings

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Goodbyes
Are the hardest
When
You didn’t want
To say the words

Where the sighs
Can’t mask
These tears
I silently cry

As you walk
On by

Farther away
Well before
I can get the words out

Before I can say
What you meant

This pride
Stops me from
betraying

This fucking hole
Inside my ragged
Raging soul

And I smile
Through the tears
And ignore
These incessant fears

That I may
Just be
Unloveable

Stupid love songs 

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I hear every single
Song
I sent you

Lyrics that get
trapped in
the tears

For what might
Have been

And the image
Of your face
When those words
Slipped out

Like butter
Going straight
To my thighs

Igniting
All kinds
Of satiated sighs

Not expecting
These painfully
Orchestrated
Goodbyes

Yet still
My heart listens
And waits

Ever the fool
For you
And even more
For me too

Nomad

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Just a small space
Of time

To reflect
To connect

With this woman
Here inside

Has she lost
Her place?

Will she finally
Open her heart
And confide?

Remove the shroud
Breathe in then out

I sit here
And wonder
If she’ll ever be
What they see

Tired of the game

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Inside this tired mind
I’m so fucking sick
Of pressing rewind

Tossing
and turning
And burning

Every action
Word, thought
or deed

Watching every
Little insecurity
Plant a seed

To convince me
Surely, surely
I must deserve it

Volleying between
“Fuck this”
and “leave it be”

And am I
The only one
Who can see?

So fuck you
And fuck me too
‘Cause neither of us
Clearly have a clue

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