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  1. You have my heart but she gets in between my legs at night. You are who I think about, who I pine for, she makes me sweat, moan, writhe. I love you. Everything you say, the way you are, the music you play – fits into my existence. You understand me on a level beyond words. All we have now is words. Maybe one day I’ll touch you again, taste the salt of your skin, and maybe I never will. For now she’ll make my nipples hard, she’ll make me wet. But when I think about you I feel weak in the chest. My heart beats faster, sometimes pounds. Maybe I can know that I love you and you love me, and maybe that can be enough. Maybe friendship will be what we have, and maybe that’s okay. My body will be enjoyed by her, and I’ll like it. But only you have my heart. Only you. june 21
  2. aw that was sad and beautiful. I'm not sure exactly what happened to you as poetry can be literal and metaphorical, but I've definitely felt how you feel. especially "rebuilt from scraps" and "a closet of pain/all locked away" really hit home, I've felt those exact things, great lines. i know you're in a very dark place right now, and I've been there, and I'm sure you've heard this a million times but things will get better over time. again I don't know what happened to you - if it was breakup or abuse or what - but the best thing to heal from anything is to spend time with people who love and support you so you don't sink into depression the way you talk about, it will only make you feel worse and be harder to pull yourself out of. PM me anytime if you want some help gettin thru stuff
  3. i wrote it quick.. so its not hugely profound or anything night cigarette I light you and you burn red embers against the dark I inhale and with a crisp sound you are in my lungs through my body I feel sick tapping ashes watching your cherry so short lived night cigarette within minutes you're gone in me blanketing my hands my clothes with your scent I miss you now you're gone
  4. i dont know what this is sleep has taken over my brain with a fuzz i cannot shake. no sleep, no ethereal rest no wet fingerprints to imprint on my haze. your chocolate brown eyes haunt me and I'm too weak to do anything. off I go, to make music touch my keys, off I go to take solace in those black and whites and dark loud crowds and whiskey. off I go in a deep blur only attaching to what is there right now only giving pieces of me to who or what presents itself right there. even though I'm still swimming in this murk I can't swim fast enough without giving myself and taking you with me.
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