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Hands hushed, our quiet gasps aglow with golden light woven with the bed-frame like your hands in my hair. I am pulled against you and this is happiness; this, your touch scattering up my spine and eyes dark on mine. Lashes lower, the world dims and you speak of falling as an eventuality, like love as an inevitable location. The stories I crave to speak burn the back of my throat and I lean in to you, your neck sweet, and realise you are train-tracks; both destination and journey. Yes. There is more of me echoing in the cavity between my sentences and breathlessness, but that is supplementary. Remove it and still I stay, steady. This is hap

I have always been fear wrapped in Dusty backdoor screens that reek of Bitter nights and weary voices. Placed within walls and glass To filter the dishonesty inside Sprouting beneath beds and contained by closets Like mold rotting and digesting shelter. Craving to recall a semblance of strength. And I have always been unable To convey this sense of loneliness Ground into my lips by trembling teeth And quaking shoulders heavy with shame. I've spent eternities huddled beneath Puddles of yellow light imitating warmth, My inelegant fingers straining to fit some Peace of mind Into this piece of mine, Yearning to bend me to you

Tick-tick-tick On a checklist of clichés. Bitter longing.    (Like vinegar in my veins) Tortured soul-searching and sleepless nights Over the Big Confession.    (How to tell you    That you could mean so much more to me    Than can possibly be healthy?) Disbelief. Then utter, Romeo-and-Juliet passion And to hell with the consequences.    (So what if we throw the lighter into the gas station?    So what if we burn out    Before we even have time to breathe?) The briefest lull.    (The calm before the summ

It was in that moment That I was able To peer into your soul With steady eyes And see you For all that you were worth. You had a farewell lingering On the edge your lips Because rejection was an old friend and You know that all to often, Open arms offer Nothing when your heart Has been misplaced. But hold your breath And your paperbag of goodbyes. Because I saw what you were Worth and I'm still able To call you Something along the lines Of beautiful.

when you left i poured fireflies down my throat to burn away your lips' echoes but all it did was make them spin like ballistic quarks reversing creation

But we were kids back then, arrogance a weight cocked on jutting hips and recklessness a riot sleeping in our bones like summer suicide or the time we peeled the skin from the sun as if it were dried-out orange peels curling into fresh limbs and ate the young fire to have something more than words burning in our throats. Yet in the end our muddied hands gave the horizon back to the sky, because even then something inside us had a passion for the empty spaces that ached and ached and ached. You said to me: there's nothing like having a cold bottle of pills in hand, tipping forward as you thumb the young, naked souls of griefless g

i. destructive kindness, desert cat's eyes, sacrifice, wisteria in evening's stillness, hour of blue, cool bodies, guitar strings tethering broken bones, strawberries, need, the one question, anything-for-you. ii. licking flames, desert cat's eyes, Pan's fireflies, warmth, grin, butterfly lashes, sharpness {you can't be too careful anymore}, refusal, ashes from sparks, Maroon 5, who i am hates who i've been. iii. cigarettes, injury, undisclosed desires {he does love you}, exhaustion, blood-tattoos, never-let-them-see-you-cry, guardian, American Pie, rest, promises from charred feathers, comrades-in-arms. iv. frozen derision, shared sociopa