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I started drinking my coffee black after you left #spokenwordpoetry @buttonpoetry


here comes the wailing the bile overturned a heart praying to cease


the cicadas are coming up red casing attached a meager messenger of the hurt you’ve yet to shed


ǝɥʇ ɹǝʇuǝ รีโพสต์แล้ว

i meet people sometimes where i stop & think to myself "in another life we are happy together"


ǝɥʇ ɹǝʇuǝ รีโพสต์แล้ว

i just want to be the part in your story where you tell people you’re finally happy


I want to apologize to my enamel shaved to its tender To my mind for its exasperating spinning I have lost the mapping to getting better, and I don’t think I’ll ever find it


ǝɥʇ ɹǝʇuǝ รีโพสต์แล้ว

sorry about that. sorry that i’m going through it again


ǝɥʇ ɹǝʇuǝ รีโพสต์แล้ว

when they find my body in a ditch tell them i slipped into something more comfortable


ǝɥʇ ɹǝʇuǝ รีโพสต์แล้ว

Here is the repeated image of the lover destroyed.


I’ve gotten used to emitting silent replies giving vacant response to why the leaving have left it’s gotten too easy to push my hurt underneath the floorboards yet another name my heart must swallow another name I’ll try to forget


a years difference fresh hide i am no longer the girl you are trying to find


ǝɥʇ ɹǝʇuǝ รีโพสต์แล้ว

I surrender my desire to be healed. The blurriness of being alive.


ǝɥʇ ɹǝʇuǝ รีโพสต์แล้ว

Tell me how all this, and love too, will ruin us. These, our bodies, possessed by light. Tell me we’ll never get used to it.


this is the final year of my youth a graduation cap I’m not ready to toss I have still not grown into these bones nor found a voice of mine that didn’t shake


you’re at a quiet coffee shop with him the world has stopped the hands of the clock have stilled and everything is beautiful and nothing hurts


a vacant crib of your conjoined love sits idle you painted the room yellow heard it makes people happy but now you see it as an empty color devoid of warmth a neutrality of the ‘almost’ almost your hearts stitched at the seams almost they didn’t leave


ǝɥʇ ɹǝʇuǝ รีโพสต์แล้ว

wrote a thousand poems about the same damn dream


I have scratched in places that no longer bleed I have dulled the dirt on a path one I swore I lost the map to but here I am searching for myself in what is most comfortable this hurt became a room with no windows a familiarity I continue to pay the mortgage to


here’s the chronic emptiness a well with no bottom you can’t hear the rocks hit the basin of your heart if you don’t have one


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