Love poem: Fits me better

Love poem: Fits me better

Listen, I like lifted trucks
Flowers on my doorstep for when you can’t see me in person
And you gave me none of that
None of that
None of that
But I still wanted all of you, like, all of that
So, is it selfish for us to part like dandelions?
I could see it arriving with the wind,
I saw it in my dreams beforehand.

I was tossing and turning; I couldn’t even sleep and knew it was coming through the dark side of my teeth.
And you were waiting at the seams
Trying to break it with scissors, cos you thought that was funny, didn’t you?
A Hyundai ionic waiting in front of my gate,
No, that wasn’t you – I came to you
Take me back to the past, where our promises would last.
And it wasn’t all a lie,
It was your fantasy
It was your fantasy

Love poem: Fits me better [continued]

To be with me,
Your fantasy
To be with me,
Your fantasy
Came crumbling, and I am underneath the Earth’s peripheral atmosphere
To be with me
Your fantasy
I thought I saw you waiting for me, but it was all a bad dream
You were waiting at the seams
With scissors in your hands to cut the ribbon because you thought it was funny.
Cos you thought it was so funny

You took my flesh,
but not my bone.
You sat there with scissors ready to cut a ribbon in front of my white sclera
You took my flesh,
but not my bone.
He sat there with the ribbon ready to cut open my sclera.

Love poem: Fits me better [continued]

Did you want to see the back of my eyeballs because I didn’t expect for myself to fall in love with a fantasy
In love with a fantasy,

Did you wanna see the back of my eyeballs?
I fell in love with a fantasy
That’s all you are to me
Did you wanna see the back of my eyeballs with a ribbon ready to cut my white sclera
Because you somehow thought it was funny

I stole your favourite emoji
Because it fits me better.

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Love poem: On purpose (urban legend)

Love poem: On purpose (urban legend)

I knew I wanted you the first day I spoke with you
With you
With you
With you
Blue thermal t-shirt, I was wrapped up
In your sweet voice, your (not really) annoying jokes
I had forgotten I was down bad, dead broke
Time stopped the first day I spoke with you

Gold medallion, shine me like diamonds,
Kills me every time
I get out of bed to your text
I want to write home about it
Put silk through my teeth, be all combat with it
I’ll sit here on the floor and think about how complex

Love poem: On purpose (urban legend) [continued]

I can’t be asking for much
Got a lot, lot on my plate
I have copyrights, and files, and figures to analyze
But you’re this too charismatic
Works-all-the-time kind of guy
You know, oh you do know, how much you make me smile
That’s the danger of all of it
The tough nature, urban legend, cottage hill style
You have me stockpiled

I want to be, yeah, I want to be
Sitting on your bed with rain falling outside, waiting for you to come fall asleep
Next to me, yeah, you’ll be next to me
Kind of adoration you and I like to gate-keep
So, so frustrating
When I can’t reach through and get to you
At the gas station
Thinking about how nobody comes close,
To grabbing my veins like they’re candy
Laughing because you’re stuck in my head as clear, contractor’s glue
What am I going to do?

Love poem: On purpose (urban legend) [continued]

Stay silent because I’m mad about the last few days
Be the opposite of nonchalant
Either go back to, or completely change my ways
An orderly woman
A tendency to misbehave
A well-calculated lover
Functioning solo somewhere in an ambient haze
For days
For days
For days

Four days
For days
Four days
For days
Four days
For days

So I fell onto the marble floor and found opal silk marrying my medium blue craze
I miss you, never on purpose

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Love poem: Polished shoes & Burberry perfume

Love poem: Polished shoes & Burberry perfume

I don’t want nothin’
The taste in my mouth
To want is to crave is to isolate
Like you’re sick

I may care to admit that it was my fault
My not bothering to understand you, ask the things that really mattered
What is it that you do to relax after a stressful day?
Tell me about the things that frighten you
Make sure for our sake that I’m not one of those things

Love poem: Polished shoes & Burberry perfume (continued)

I’m a dandelion
In your crystal abyss of a forlorn cave,
I don’t cry very often
I want you to hold me throughout the day
Feel close to me
I’m free-flowing like a loose feather
A father that doesn’t scold his kid
A mother who holds you right back

Love poem: Polished shoes & Burberry perfume (continued)

I’m driving, just like everybody.
Driving you crazy, but I think you like it
I’m obsessed with roses and peonies and you’re obsessed with my Burberry perfume
We make a good pair and I like the way I look in the windowpane glare
Cos I’m happy for some reason, for some reason,
Can you tell; can you tell?

You drive a jaguar, no, I’m just kidding
It’s a Subaru
Do you have any reason to believe that I don’t think you’re super cute
You drink your key lime and strawberry
And you like my Burberry
Perfume the way it
Sneaks up on ya
Don’t ya wanna
Hold me forever for the rest of the night

Love poem: Polished shoes & Burberry perfume (continued)

An auteur to be reckoned with, to be recognized
I saw the way you polish your shoes
Like you want to fade into the background
I’ll grab you right back
I’m hospitable like that
Sit next to you on a garden swing

Love poem: Polished shoes & Burberry perfume (continued)

Don’t ya wanna
Hold me forever for the rest of the day
Don’t you want to
Tell me you’re going to stay

The singular beauty
As an eternal optimist

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Poem: Noise

Poem: Noise

If you couldn’t tell
If you couldn’t tell
If you couldn’t tell

I’m spinning around like I’m in the dryer at a laundromat
The ladies and gentlemen walk by
They don’t check up on me like that
Now I don’t even remember how
To get you to react
It seems like my silence
Is doing enough for the pact

Poem: Noise (continued)

Now how come you can’t tell
How come you can’t tell

That one of my favourite artists dropped an album
All I really thought about was you
Listening to each track on the record
Thinking of you punching your fist through the wall
That we had just painted
And me, jaw on the floor
Incredibly amazed at
What I had created

Poem: Noise (continued)

If you couldn’t tell
Now how come you couldn’t tell

I’d go sit at your desk, like a little doll
Spin around in circles in your armchair
Feeling faint
And small
You liked calling me that
Made you feel something too
I think it should be the other way,
But I feel so indebted to you

Poem: Noise (continued)

Now how come I couldn’t tell
How come I couldn’t see
Everything that we did
Had really nothing to do with me
Now how come I couldn’t tell
How come I couldn’t feel
Everything that we did
None of it was very real

None of it was very real
To begin with
Just
Noise

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Love poem: Moth wings

Love poem: Moth wings

You know up and down what real love is
My god, have you felt and known that before
You see it traveling through your own veins
Sparkling bright on the kitchen floor

I decided to
Write myself a love letter
Because who really knows
Me any better?

What do I keep hurting myself for
Nobody’s looking in the mirror but you
I keep on dreaming what life has in store
But spin in circles until my knees fade to a distant blue
It’s so chaotic living like this
Never licking icing off the birthday cake
Consumes me like frostbite by the lake
The peak of my landscape of moth wings
And when I take the time to
Unpack my belongings
I suddenly realize
My god, I’m in love with everything
So why do I
Keep feeling like this
Like I’m the only one
Like I’m the only one
Like I’m the only one

Love poem: Moth wings (continued)

We could see the winter snow again
Buy the coat with the elegant faux fur
You don’t even have to make amends
Cos even God knows talk of sin is absurd
We could see Lake Michigan freeze to death
While what’s underneath simply carries on
One day I’ll get out of bed
Just in time to watch the morning’s sun

You know back and forth what real love is
My god, you feel it now, just like you did before
Watch it coarse through your own stunning veins
Opulence and nervousness on the closet floor

Love poem: Moth wings (continued)

You’re too young to be afraid
Too old to hesitate
We can swim right in the lake
‘Till your body collapses on the seashore

So I decided to write a love letter to myself
Not because men let me down
But because the sound waves miss my eardrums
I go days without hearing a sound
But god, I love the tone of my own voice
Think it’s so funny that I picked up a southern accent
Next time someone says my name
I’ll remember I’ve been heaven-sent

Love poem: Moth wings (continued)

I can swim right in the lake
In the city of my dreams
‘Till my pale body collapses on the seashore
Flooded with hope like the legs of a millipede
I am warm and fragile and cold
My hair tends to burn if it’s by the fire
But my New Year’s resolution will still be to be ‘comfy cozy’
If I said I was suicidal, I’d have to be a liar

I can swim right in the lake
Lick frostbite like it’s ice cream
Knowing I’d have to seek urgent care
Hold myself real tight, several times during the day
Feel the humidity of the shower when I’m bare
I’m a mother to my children and myself
Lover of trucks, flowers, rose petals, and guns
I can stick around for a while

Just because I think it’d be fun.

Like I’m the only one
Like I’m the only one
Like I’m the only one
With moth wings

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