He is something I want to myself He is real and innocent He reminds me of Christmas morning The moment you unwrap the only toy you asked for Or that burst of energy you’ve been waiting for since noon He’s a tight squeeze on a rough day And just the words you need to hearContinue reading “He Is”
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Lower
He slapped it to my bones My freedom a loose skin Crumpled on the floor These crevices are soothed by words There’s no way around it Babble incoherence dum dum dums Drummed on my tattered soul Divine notes stuck to my bones Causing a chatter A dance an opening I slow, releasing a slice ofContinue reading “Lower”
Elsewhere
The distractions are monstrous the drive to replace the mask of positivity and the plague of territorial jealousy like a jack in the box I never wound but I love when it rains and I love when you show your true face the rugged one the one you’ve hidden in your arm pit insisting itContinue reading “Elsewhere”
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