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i love it when we fight and i like it when you're mean
we don't have to get into what that says about me
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i pretend you're mine, all the damn time
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we've only kissed in my poems
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fuck, you're in my veins
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my flesh reminds you of blood but hers of strawberries
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yelling over club music
“am i wrong for wanting more?” i yell and down another sip of whatever drink’s in my glass right now,
Mar 22
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mirrors and desperation are synonymous
all my clothes reek of longing, and every pretty top i left hanging at the store reeks of desperation,
Mar 12
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love spills from my kitchen drawers
i cut the garlic and roast the tomatoes, it’s muscle memory now, a bottle of red wine is on the kitchen island and if hopes could make you mine, you’d…
Mar 8
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i hope my daughter gets my eyes and not my habit to never let go
i’ll miss every human i’ve ever loved and every beach, apartment and train i’ve been to,
Feb 28
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i'm not as over you as i thought that i was
(and i thought i was)
Feb 26
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i cannot be your fool anymore
you’re pretty and poisonous, please kiss the paper cuts on my fingers better, they know you a little too well.
Feb 22
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everything is vapour
so i buy a box of plastic crayons and try to colour the moon in pink
Feb 15
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cradle my heart like it's yours (it is)
please
Feb 11
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party on you [part of you knew]
its terribly easy to get lost in a crowd, in a party so i’m trying to find you, and it’s deja vu to when i lost you,
Feb 8
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my recipe to be a poet
at your own risk
Feb 3
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fuck, you're in my veins
i think you’ll always taste bittersweet, and i’ve made peace with that
Jan 30
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we've only kissed in my poems
i need to blame somebody for me being stupid enough to still be in love with you so i blame my artistic integrity because we live in my poems and you…
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