(2012)
I understand the tattoo now “VERITAS” on your wrist, only there because it is entirely absent everywhere else.
I will meet you in the open air, & pet your pony’s nose. You will be
I love how you talk Down to everyone In your poems Which, unlike fiction Are not covered
you are guilty of failing to love and understand me, like a dog is guilty of failing to speak or use
a few hundred million dying days later he emerges into crazy
this being we are, delights in all things, yes but is held breathless
i could not conceive of such beauty, it had to hit me like it has. nothing
let’s put all the stupid things in a pile and call them “love” or “worry” or
love me past the edges, stances and masks, deeper than i know things.
bring me things to break myself upon till
oh, and how it gets you these bastard assumptions, one or two commonalities
nobody goes mad on purpose, also never is it not shared,
simply knowing you’re in a maze doesn’t get you out, but the fact is the foundation
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…
they really do know how to shove something up your ass like
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