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I had never smoked a cigarette
but I could always remember the smell of nicotine,
because you would always have a pack
stashed
in the back pocket of your ripped jeans
and that was the smell I fell in love with,
the smell of addiction dripping off your lips
as I kissed the problem child
and promised him my love.
He was my bad boy
or as bad as bad got
in a town as small as this,
he was roses wrapped around my heart
with thorns piercing into me
never letting go.
Love was 3 a.m. conversations
and half a glass of whiskey
memorizing the contours of your face
and the lines that formed at the crease
of your brown eyes when you smiled,
smiling at me
making my heart race
more than one beat a second.
I spent most nights
falling in love with the idea of a future
with me in it
while you promised me
hands that knew exactly what they were doing
and thirsty kisses that left me drowning in desire.
We were an escape to each other
an escape from a harsh reality that held us down
but you helped me forget
and I hope to this day I helped you to.
Because a love mixed so evenly
between pure and dirty
could never last in a world
that was intoxicated from the start.
but I could always remember the smell of nicotine,
because you would always have a pack
stashed
in the back pocket of your ripped jeans
and that was the smell I fell in love with,
the smell of addiction dripping off your lips
as I kissed the problem child
and promised him my love.
He was my bad boy
or as bad as bad got
in a town as small as this,
he was roses wrapped around my heart
with thorns piercing into me
never letting go.
Love was 3 a.m. conversations
and half a glass of whiskey
memorizing the contours of your face
and the lines that formed at the crease
of your brown eyes when you smiled,
smiling at me
making my heart race
more than one beat a second.
I spent most nights
falling in love with the idea of a future
with me in it
while you promised me
hands that knew exactly what they were doing
and thirsty kisses that left me drowning in desire.
We were an escape to each other
an escape from a harsh reality that held us down
but you helped me forget
and I hope to this day I helped you to.
Because a love mixed so evenly
between pure and dirty
could never last in a world
that was intoxicated from the start.
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Love Me Back
Love me back.
It's been four years and two breakups later and I still don't know how to tell you that I know that you're as scared to love me as your dog is afraid of thunderstorms. And sometimes I wish we could walk around in those thundershirts to see if it would make loving me any less earth-shattering, but I know better than that. I know better than to wish for a lightning storm. I'm the kind of guy that gets struck twice, and you're the one hiding in the basement waiting for it to be over.
She told me that she's an all-in-but-afraid-to-lose-me kind of girl, just as you're an all-out-but-afraid-to-love-me kind of boy. Most days it feels
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A Haiku
Light well past Midnight
full moon glow, lamp post bright, or
Netflix Marathon
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notesleep
playing my emphases like harp strings
your voice smokes thru the oaken bramble
pour a carbonated apology, a sun-stained
mile marked envelope, two ill-fitted birds,
hands small holes right before a rush of river
what it feels like being swallowed from the outside
crushing rings into truth serum, pretend
to be out of tune with that deception
I have been unable to parse my own persona
a pink cotton voice I remember thru the phone
I remember because it formed me into a granary
one crop after another of patriarchal idioms
whisper my secrets so softly into a glint of red hair
a saucer-eyed lace pattern cut into pine paper
I practice radical self lo
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