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to you there is the severance the black smoke that never arrived there are the nights I chose our kitchen window over you sitting aloof as a flounder the way the world looked on the day we met should have been enough

— musty

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I could lie down with you all day, try to memorize the shadows of your body 
 though I’d just get lost.

But yet here I am….

staring at your back trying to connect every freckle,
 so they form new astrological discoveries 
within the naturalization of your body 
and the marks the sun left...

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Before I met you, I spent my nights in the arms of men that would never love me. These were the kind of men who sealed promises onto my skin with the sweat of their brow. These were the kind of men who kissed my knuckles everywhere no one would see us. And though I knew this, I wouldn’t admit it....

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You smell of skin and sweat thats been dried with the warmth of my breath.

You smell of shirts in your drawers that you’ve never worn mixed with the ones you’ve worn too much in the same week.

I can smell you on the thin t- shirts, faded and soft because they’re your favorites.

You smell of the...

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You look at me as if I were made out of sugar, and you should know better. I am not sugar. I am not honey. I am not warmth. I am not my arms and my lips and my eyes and my thighs. I am acid. I am salt. I am a tidal wave. I am bones and meat. I am a storm you didn’t see coming. I am unlike any...

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My hearts been doing backflips since the last time we spoke And I wish google could map the exact direction of your hearts desires so when you hit start all routes would lead to me.

Come to a new terrain with open arms wash ashore on this new land who only knows of heart break and remains ...

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When I was a little girl, I spent all my time kicking boys. I wasn’t sure if it was because they made my cheeks so red I confused it for anger, or because I was trying to prove that I could do it, because it was my right. I would wear my pants two sizes too big, and refused to wear dresses unless...

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two ever-growing lists

i. the way you listen to music your handwriting mad chains back baby hairs rising in the sun a hearty man laugh a hearty man stomach you javelin throwin’ me across your pastel bed prompt replies gobbling hip kisses a half on half off flannel ideas ideas chin cuppin’ more ideas worshiping eyelashes sick you ideas

ii. “you think so?”

— Eel

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thrown myself

I’ve never been in love but I’ve thrown myself out of my own body in disgust and that sounds similar enough to me…

— Eel

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What you said to make me stay

"I’m no good for you, I have too much darkness. I’m a cactus. If you hold me, you will only get hurt"

"Cactuses are the only plants that can grow without sunlight"

— The Little Deer

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The warmth of a body, the unique smell of skin, the sound of the breath and sight of a belly rising and falling in order to sustain a life, your life. In silence I am reminded that you are magic.

Conversation is an art that saves you from being uncomfortable, but I am comfortable in the...

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The thought of hurting you alone makes my heart ache. It leaves my heart in a fist. It sinks to the pit of my belly. You don’t deserve that.

You don’t deserve a lover like me. It frustrates me that you don’t see that. You are everything I thought I wanted in a man. You are all the backbone a...

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i still find you in the silence early morning quiet still sighs like a mantra when you are not beside me grab hold of my comforter you do better, baby still try to hear you sing to me still feel your hand around my head fingers tangle in my hair scratch my back where it itches breathe against my ear never wash the clothes we share still find you funny still yours always love you

-Smalls

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just messin around i wrote this a while ago I am love sick and sick of loving all that you are and all that I wish you were I am love sick and sick of being sick of the shitty love you give let’s call it quits

In the morning time You run your fingers through my flesh like it yours I wanna press rewind to the time when you knew my worth

I am love sick and sick of loving all that you are and all that I wish you were I am love sick and sick of being sick of the shitty love you give let’s call it quits

In the morning time You run your fingers through my flesh like it yours I wanna press rewind to the time when you knew my worth

Evening comes my hips are frozen by your thumbs But do you know my skin or do you just want to swim in it

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There is the night that I can hardly remember, but I remember the haze of tequila and legs wrapped around shoulders.

There is the night we ended up in front of the East River, drunk on a park bench, crying about my silence.

There is the night that lasted three days. The time we didn’t come out...

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now i feel what you feel this isn’t fair to me. you love her, dont you? and she loves him this isn’t fair to you. i feel your rejection you are not the first to put me second out of rejection we may have found each other and pretend to smile you pretend i am her i pretend i am her to...

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For a long time I was convinced that I needed you, as if you were the air in my lungs and without you I’d drown. For a long time I was naive. There was a time I would have sold my soul for your smile. I would have given you my heart on a silver platter if you had asked for it. And I did… I thought I needed to feel your heartbeat