The things I see, the things I love
Poem: Nothing left
I filed a
Lawsuit
Against the doves in my hallway
Told them they were too
Loving
And now I understand why there’s nothing left
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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: Sweetness in February
Sometimes I look at, my flowers that have died
And I find them more beautiful than when they were alive.
Last year, my family got the most beautiful, dark-green noble fir Christmas tree we ever had
In a pop-up parking lot full of his friends
I personally found him more appealing before he was decorated
Then I cut 6 inches off my hair
No more split ends
Love poem: Sweetness in February (continued)
Somebody stole our Christmas ornaments from the car
The little cute animals my mother and I laughed about when we saw them in a store forever ago
I hope they felt happy in their new home,
Wherever they ended up,
I just hope they weren’t disposed.
Some people – you start to feel disposable to them,
Like the sweetness you carry doesn’t bear any weight,
Like it means nothing that whatever stories they tell you, will never be shared with a single soul
Not used as small talk to break the ice
Never told at “parties”
That I imagine I’d be attending with my future lover because other people have families & other people have friends & other people have obligations & events
Birthdays to attend
& other people might wonder why I’m not there, and I want to be more than polite for I’m awfully curious
About that sort of life.
I pretend I’m not but,
I really am.
Love poem: Sweetness in February (continued)
I didn’t want you for your money or what you promised me
I was just so calm when I would laugh with you
You introduced me to emojis
Now I use them constantly
You’re well aware I love cuteness
I know you favour my modesty
Something got in our way
You may not want to admit it was from both sides
I never knew you that well
Though of course I still cried
Come to my front gate
Wait in front of your car
I’ll wear the outfit I picked out
At the very start
Come to my front gate
To see me, now
I’ll wear full-on sweats
So you have nothing to think about
Love poem: Sweetness in February (continued)
But I know you a little more than I think I do
Who knows if I’ll ever find out if that’s true
I know you a tiny bit more than you think you do
Who knows if you’ll ever understand that it’s true
Sometimes I look at, my flowers that have died
And I find them more beautiful than when they were alive.
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