West Dale Palms boulevard Clover avenue I go to the grocery store And I run right into you Ask me how things are back home Do your days ever feel terribly long I say, I have to go Think I know the place where I belong
Hollywood, Los Angeles at dusk Her perfume smelled like camellias that bloom in November They look just like roses, so naturally I’m obsessed Swing the door open to a settled fire, Capture in my hands: tiny, soft embers Collapsing into moonlight, but Cradled like dust I’ll be strong for both of us If I must
Love poem: Grocery store [continued]
You have to feed your nostalgia sometimes It’s really the only way that you’ll survive It’s how you keep the dreams alive It’s the only way they’ll see you on the other side
West Dale Palms boulevard Clover avenue When I go to the grocery store I always look for you
My day in the blistering sunshine I wish your hand was latched onto mine Except when you held it too tight, it hurt, and I said nothing because I was engulfed in the ivory, acrylic paint of the walls I wish you could soothe me like you do your male friends
I got, rather presumptive I thought we could make it work because it felt so worth it Like the tides would change & our circumstances wouldn’t get the best of us When I fell into old subservient patterns, That I thought I wouldn’t I said, screw it We could work through it But the tables that turned against me had thorns My blood wasn’t well & I was increasingly worn Down by the extent of which, I wanted it to work A violent but quiet discomposure
Love poem: If you could, just, sing to me (continued)
Down by the bayside I’ll never forget when an acoustic version of a song I loved in middle school (still do) came on You threw your head back and sang so softly I found it mildly alarming how awfully charming And crisply ambient the evening felt right then and there My eyes started to tear, and I wiped them real fast I thought if it could be like this, we’d be golden Nothing to take & everything to give That is the drawback to my diplomacy It doesn’t quite work out for me
Now I’m basking in the feverish sunshine Hearing the lyrics in my mind How true they conform to the set of conditions that unveiled my gentle but muted position I wanted all of it to feel just like that Right then and there, I was far too aware That you are a beautiful human being only when you get what you want
Love poem: If you could, just, sing to me (continued)
But I can’t always play the right song And moments in passing affect my brain far too strong I latch on
If we could have just stayed at that stop light forever We would’ve made it work If you could have sang lullabies to lull me to sleep We still couldn’t have made it work
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Love poem: Skin (like a lavender sky)
See, if I speak with you I’ll fall in love with you All over again like an emerald green sky
Girl in a lilac sweater Has never felt better Than laying in the bed of your pickup truck As you pump gas Turn skeletons into ash Move like a menace, kiss me softly like that
You do the things you do solely to see how I’ll react But your closest friends would say you’re more good than bad
Love poem: Skin (like a lavender sky) : continued
So I pause Traceable glances, your advances Trail like a navy fleet approaches the bay Quietly, surely Ready to devour me Keen on microwaving things that are sour You turn entanglements of the moon into long-winded stories That few follow along with because inherently they don’t make sense Tar coal cave of parasites & diamonds Get your house cat to take care of the housing market finance
A river in the rain – water swallowing water, absorbing its high electron state Collapsing at the edges Falling through graphite Notes on my bedroom walls because I forget lavender interior paint is not a chalkboard A vessel for immunity Estranged from the community You only feel close to because you share a hometown with
Love poem: Skin (like a lavender sky): continued
I’d read you my words, that I rehearsed Collectively failing to portray the argument that I thought I had right Your posture will take with you to the grave The handwritten collages I made Of your favourite leaves to give to you for the holidays What a girl That sure thought
It would last, like it couldn’t Like the fever wasn’t on fire The skylight not screaming at me – “Go home, he’s worked too hard” To tear society apart For a girl whose art
Revolves around being in love & staying in it
Love poem: Skin (like a lavender sky): continued
See, if I speak with you (On the top of the aircraft, there are more pretzels) I’d laugh with you Make you smile and that would be too much for me to
Fall in love with you like a crisp lavender sky
You do the things you do solely to see how I’ll react But your closest friends would say you’re more good than bad
Love poem: Skin (like a lavender sky): continued
Patient and holy This girl is only Made of so much skin
Patient and holy This girl is only Made of so much skin
If your friends jumped off a bridge, would you If your friends jumped off a bridge, would you do the things you do If your friends jumped off a bridge, would you If your friends jumped off a bridge, would you do the things you do
