May 6, 2018
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your heart alone should remind you not to beat yourself up your pulse should remind you keep steady
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your heart alone should remind you not to beat yourself up your pulse should remind you keep steady
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(and i’m still holding what’s dead because no one else can carry it, and i can’t get into bed until i find somewhere to bury it)
oaklungs
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you are locked inside of yourself; you are not safe ('i know that, fletch but if it saves everyone else, it's worth it right?')
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in keeping alive your yesterdays, you are killing your tomorrows
i offered salt to the sea, heat to the sun, and love to the moon; they told me, this isn't enough i offered my soul to the devil; he said yes, this will be just fine
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i tried to forget but you grew roots around my ribcage and sprouted flowers just below my collarbones. all day I pluck their petals but I have not yet ascertained whether you love me or not
oaklungs
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the moon shudders; silver dust lands in my hair and i sigh, knock it off - what’s your problem? i’m frustrated - i’ve been trying to strike a match that won’t light for two hours, she says you carry a lighter, remember?
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this poem is drunk right now this poem is a disappointment this poem is a mess this poem would be nothing without me nothing do you believe me? i will grow talons to tear into and out of myself, there will be no need for that knife, no need for gore or for love, there is nothing and it will be gone long before it is something (this is not a poem. do you believe me?)