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go darling: October 2012

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Tuesday, October 30, 2012. I cannot pretend to be her anymore. We are all strangers. But i felt your body under the light of the moon. I have no proof. The last time was when that kiss on my neck. I took it as a see you soon. I am usually wrong. You never heard me. I send you telepathic typed up messages. Can you hear me. Can you hear me. Hey are you awake. I miss you most at 4am. The weight of the past few years sits. It plays my ribcage like a violin. You hit my heart like the refresh button.

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go darling: July 2013

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Saturday, July 27, 2013. You mean more than the biggest mistake you ever made. Don't treat your heart like a box of IOU's. If i could make new organs. Just to let you be the one to break them. But you aren't marking new territory. And you aren't sleeping alone. We are strangers who walk like fender benders. I am almost sure that night you said goodbye. Then i said kiss me, was a dream. I am almost sure it doesn't mean anything. The way you say my name makes my hands shake. You can be my bad news. There's...

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go darling: August 2011

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Saturday, August 27, 2011. I wanted to write an ode or a sonnet. An epic telling or spelling out a story. Of something true and whole but really. Something borderline therapeutic to make. The clutter of my nerves and brain. Chill for minutes long enough to let me breathe. In and out completely. All i can say is i forget what your face looks like up close. It has been too long and distance makes the heart grow. But all mine does is pace and twitch in a chemically. Some things should be left alone. Gaining...

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go darling: June 2014

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Thursday, June 19, 2014. Your hand across my face. My body sprawled on a basement couch. I wore your leather vest. You're not going to fuck anyone else. Do you hear me? My ears were ringing. Your body felt like home. Your alcohol breath was a song. Do you hear me you said. My body on the bed. It's so hot and the fan was loud. Your hands move quick. Your mouth has poison in it. All I do is swallow. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). KY, United States. View my complete profile. Refined Savage Poetry Review.

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go darling: May 2013

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Tuesday, May 28, 2013. Te quise mas que a nadie hijo de puta. Did you lose track of time. Did i forget how to not mention this. It has been almost 365 days. Did you know that every few months i say. And it is code for something only you know. I have stopped waiting. But every single night. I say the two syllables of your name. Over and over until i dream of. It has been almost a year. I still feel you between me. Our cigarette breath colliding. You were never good with train wrecks. Sunday, May 5, 2013.

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go darling: October 2011

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Wednesday, October 19, 2011. I wonder how long i can go on. Pretending i don't want you. Like a need that breathes in a human way. But waits and thaws in the heat. Surging forward quick as blood flow. Quick as a whirlpool that leads to a place. Only i can go to. I never thought i wanted to be anywhere alone. You have hypnotised me. I didn't not ask for it. With feelings bare like fresh roadkill. Open and inviting the vultures to come. Just one vulture here picking at me. I am winter incarnate.

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go darling: April 2013

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Saturday, April 6, 2013. Warm beer and movies about affairs. It's the worst time for this. Fantasy isn't just fucking. It is wanting someone who doesn't know. And having that be enough for then. You cannot hear me. Sticking to a leather couch. Kate winslet is crying on the tv. I think about empty pages. I think about your bottom lip. 2am and it stings this bad. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). KY, United States. View my complete profile. Refined Savage Poetry Review. Warm beer and movies about affairs.

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Tuesday, March 11, 2014. I fucking want that. When I wake up I think you'll be gone and I'll still be crazy. I don't even know what that means. I want your breath to touch me. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). KY, United States. View my complete profile. Refined Savage Poetry Review. My imagination is working overtime. I am alone now. There are thunderstorms in my chest and I dont kn.

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go darling: fling

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Monday, March 31, 2014. Four times in one night. Do you remember after the third. And it felt like something. I am not anywhere near your bed. There is cheap beer in my body. I crave you like nothing i can explain. Come here come here come. I have to stop. At some point everyone has their. Get your shit together" moment. I just want to hear your voice. Singing every song i hate. I just want to insult your dirty floor and feel your hands. Groping me as i go to change. How can i tell you i want you to fill.

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go darling: April 2014

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Friday, April 11, 2014. When my friends say I drink too much. There are holes in my body in the shape of your hands. I drink to forget I walk around like this. Once we didn't talk for 12 hours and I said I don't care. I asked if one day you could halfway l-word me and you said yes. I shouldn't have taken it and ran. I should have tied it to a brick and thrown it. Am I the brick or the glass? I think you were drunk when you said that. I drink because I'm mourning. The loss of something I never had.