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You ask me to be a girl I'm not.
I'm not fit for a white gown,
A long veil, flower bouquets or vows.
I don't see how you could mistake me
for any kind of girl to settle down with.
I don't have an ounce of good in me,
and my ideas of love involve screams
slamming doors and melted down wedding bands.
You go down on your knee and present me
with an expensive diamond ring, and
all I can think of is how I can say no
before you're laying on the couch
while our children are used as glue
to keep up hating each other more
every day until finally I catch you
with an office girl and let you free.
Yet with that sparkle in your eyes,
all I can do is smile and accept,
hoping you realize I'm unworthy,
before I'm walking down that aisle
or that I'm a better actress then
those Hollywood starlets and maybe
we can die peacefully side by side
without you ever having to know
I don't love you like you love me.
I'm not fit for a white gown,
A long veil, flower bouquets or vows.
I don't see how you could mistake me
for any kind of girl to settle down with.
I don't have an ounce of good in me,
and my ideas of love involve screams
slamming doors and melted down wedding bands.
You go down on your knee and present me
with an expensive diamond ring, and
all I can think of is how I can say no
before you're laying on the couch
while our children are used as glue
to keep up hating each other more
every day until finally I catch you
with an office girl and let you free.
Yet with that sparkle in your eyes,
all I can do is smile and accept,
hoping you realize I'm unworthy,
before I'm walking down that aisle
or that I'm a better actress then
those Hollywood starlets and maybe
we can die peacefully side by side
without you ever having to know
I don't love you like you love me.
Literature
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I fell in love through a thin sheet of glass
Scraping my skin on the shards as it shattered.
And I fell asleep reaching for your hands
Dreaming of unwritten notes and dial tones.
I thought it would taste like pink lemonade,
But the way I say your name is metallic.
I thought you would be a way to escape,
But my wires got crossed and I became lost.
You're just chasing residual noise
And I'm losing my digital voice.
Literature
Dromomania
Every day I turn the key in the lock
Hoping to find you
tucked into the white folds
of an envelope,
of the bath towel I left on the sofa this morning.
But you and I, we haven't the breadth for that sort of thing.
I wish I could send you something of spring,
some distended meteor green with hope.
I'm watching the last of the oak leaves cling
stubborn
and I think
spring may not be coming this year.
There is no birdsong, there is
the furious sleeping of toads in the mud.
I came on the bench
where I slept in the warmth of your memory
this time last year.
Now the thought seems less mine and maybe it was
me you'd dreamt beside,
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Literature
apparition
you arrived
an apparition
spilling the sun between your fingers
in a world that had never seen the dawn
(this reality does not belong
with you in it)
my fist uncurled
you pressed into my palm
the star in its entirety
my soul unfurled
awakened to witness my burning
(i can no longer call it my own,
not since you called it by name)
you sailed through waves of flame
and slept by hearths of ice
you taught me that flight
was unnecessary
just trample the skies
beneath your feet
it is the ground that drifts
beyond your reach
(you are, and are not,
a contradiction)
ghosting always
past my periphery
you lived
in shattered mirrors
reflected
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I really like this. It's honest and ambivilant and realistic.