being drawn back unlike a bowstring but down and in as water finds the lowest
lie still. be quiet. please understand what happens so, next time
i love you for the doubt you show me still possible in this body where you show me
I just felt what I think I’ll feel always, once we’ve finally met, and share this cool space, like an open secr… It felt like all my favorite songs…
nobody goes mad on purpose, also never is it not shared,
something you need makes you its bitch, yes even as it isn’t coming, no when love stands you up & all the more sweet
you are guilty of failing to love and understand me, like a dog is guilty of failing to speak or use
now, I’m no Bukowski but my friends who don’t like poet… except his stuff, tell me they like mine, and I can drink like a drinking machine
why is nothing i can do now. where it went. what that echo means, if anything
finally, without knowing it was coming, he got to die. it was great. like a birthday party clown, he was equally the center
people, mostly all barely beyond apes, cannot be trusted. they are incapable of caring
shall we turn down the covers, crawl inside? find there a place that’s been waiting for us, a vortex of sorts
if ever someone is my dearest ear who hears my truth as theirs
they really do know how to shove something up your ass like
webwomb’s not the maker of me. came into it as falling is done. down, only always
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