It was Never about You //
3 of 3: Poems From the First Evening I've Spent Alone in Over a Month
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there is a hole in my dreams
with edges that follow your edges.
i didn't even know you were missing
until you filled in the space
between river and bank, ocean
and sand, gin and glass.
now that you're gone
all i can see is that same space.
i have built myself
a casket most comfortable indeed
and the emptiness from lack of you
is just the same as all the
other emptinesses, really.
my head is a desert, and
my voice is too hoarse
from lack of use
to even cry out anymore.
i am a single pixel
on an unimaginably big screen
and i don't even know
if i like it that way or not
حماية: concerning protection
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When you tell me you love me, do you mean like you loved her? Should that question even be past tense, or future?
That’s the thing about someone’s first love, it’s the baseline, the mark after which every love comes.
tellherium
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my angel numbers have moved from 111 to 222 and I am doing my best to think more than ever
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There isn't always a limit
(July 2022 bc asynchronous posting disallows people who know me from actually knowing where I'm at)
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Epitaph of a Wooden Spoon // in which time is both a woman and a desert and nothing can every truly disappear
(i love it when poems burst out of me)
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I didn't deserve it. I know that now. I knew it then. I guess it's partly my fault, too. Neither of us treated me like someone we loved.
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villain origin story // I didn't do anything wrong, but I didn't do anything right either. Those aren't the same thing, and if anyone loves exploiting a nuance its this one.
1 of 3 Poems From the First Evening I've Spent Alone in Over a Month
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