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i've missed you
09/12/2011 09:09 p.m.
i won't tell you
i've missed you
that will only scare you away

three months apart
a welcome drought
almost had me clear-headed

but now i see you and it's like i can feel that four day
stubble on your neck, that
stale smell in your hair, that lunchtime
cigarette smoke inside your cheeks

i don't care how wrinkled your clothes are or how you
awkwardly position your hips when you
walk, usually away from me, when we
meet eyes

don't make me chase you

i want to be back in your living room
in your clothes
innocent, except for our thoughts, and the
smiles that revealed them

i know you liked it too—
my clean skin, my eyelashes on your neck
you read me bedtime stories from books you found
on the streets of brooklyn, little love notes written
in the margins
you crept off
to bed, the other room, deeming both of us
"safe"

in the morning we resumed
as though we hadn't slept in
separate beds
the distance between our coffee cups invisible

i won't tell you
i've missed you
that will only scare you away

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white flag
07/31/2011 09:56 p.m.
i want to make peace
i've been waving this white flag
on it i've written
apologies and things i
would have done
differently

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don't come home
05/06/2011 06:09 p.m.
your mouth
tense
you think if you look me
in the eye
i won't notice

you're trembling
under your skin
under all that false earnestness

you don't want to be here
to you
i am a prison guard

how can i set you free
when you refuse the open gate?

well fine then
don't come home
if that's even what you call this place

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left and right
04/22/2011 02:19 a.m.
rejection left
and right

right, the direction i expected
the direction in which i am accustomed
to disinterest

and left
the direction that i taunt
and chase
and find i must go to
once it's too late

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know your brain
04/19/2011 11:54 p.m.
your brain
sexy and ignorant
charming and tender
light-hearted and child-like

watch it
bring out the worst
in me
seduce me from the
deepest corners of my
desires

*

every poem i write
heals me
every feeling i put on paper
no longer has to live in me


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it is night
04/19/2011 02:01 a.m.
it is night
but it wasn't
just a moment ago
when i was waiting
for you to call
thinking it'd happen
any minute
the sun was still
out, i was still
wide awake
but now
it is night
and i don't think
i will be
hearing from you

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love and respect
04/08/2011 02:13 a.m.
wishing love and respect
could always go hand in hand

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to be weaker
04/07/2011 01:15 p.m.
to be weaker:
what a treat
that would be

to be pampered
nurtured
coddled
strength is simply an excuse
for neglect


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precious, tender
03/29/2011 10:47 p.m.
precious
tender
his eyes earnest and sincere
mouth slightly ajar

my frustration, my fury
my neglected ache
all charmed to silence

*

we no longer speak
but it is not the conversation i miss
in fact
we used to be silent
only our eyes engaged—
sometimes you'd speak sweetly
under your breath;
mostly you'd smile

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we all fall in love
03/02/2011 12:57 p.m.
we all dwell and obsess
over the things we should ignore
we all fall in love
with the people we shouldn't
but just like the human body
can adapt to anything
the human mind
is always restless

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