the darkness no longer speaks to me,
i cannot see the stars
we were on a train,
there was a terrible silence
i forgive you, i forgive you,
i forgave you long ago
there is light coming through an open door
the sun, spilling from your arms
i hold fresh cherries in my mouth, Queen Anne’s
they resist my teeth, break so sweetly it hurts
suffering follows me,
but it is not mine
the worth of your hands on my body
knows no restraint
i will float upon the waves of your sea, salt
there is no need for shore
we skim, there,
just beneath the surface
laughter is distorted underwater,
it sounds like drowning
and i can hear the mermaids
singing
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this could be me, in a poem.
for real.
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hooray!! this is a good poem to have be you.
today, while i was helping my aunt move into her new apartment, my best friend called. well, my old best friend, who i haven't really spoken to since i missed her wedding, when i was in the hospital. but the cell reception was bad and all that i got was that she was going to be in town.
it reminds me why i spent so long being addicted to everything in my grasp
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"i will float upon the waves of your sea, salt
there is no need for shore"
this is very beautiful, reads dreamlike, abstract...but you give the reader just enough
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