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do you ever see someone broken and think
i could fix you, i could fix you,
i could fix you gently
in the places that you hurt
//
do you ever see a pane of glass letting
the day in or keeping out the night
and think, i could break you
i could break you, i could smash
straight through you with these
awful hands of mine
//
do you ever see someone leaving
and think, you should stay you
should stay, you should stay, you
should moor your ship in this moment
for as long as we both shall live
//
do you ever see someone glancing up from
the sidewalk and think, you should run
you should run, you should run,
oh girl, he's going to get you
i could fix you, i could fix you,
i could fix you gently
in the places that you hurt
//
do you ever see a pane of glass letting
the day in or keeping out the night
and think, i could break you
i could break you, i could smash
straight through you with these
awful hands of mine
//
do you ever see someone leaving
and think, you should stay you
should stay, you should stay, you
should moor your ship in this moment
for as long as we both shall live
//
do you ever see someone glancing up from
the sidewalk and think, you should run
you should run, you should run,
oh girl, he's going to get you
Literature
Desire
To hear your words
Dance to my ear-
To feel your body
Drawing near-
To see the color
In your eyes-
That's what I
Desire
To cut the wind and
Hear the gasping-
Crush the heart
Within you, thrashing-
Shut the windows
To the fire-
That's what I
Desire
To break the spirit
And the will-
To sever ties and
Further still-
To leave your body
In the mire-
That's what I
Desire
To be your last
And only friend-
And know that I
Will be your end-
To watch you fall
From up on higher-
That's what I
Desire
Literature
recovery crawl
beating
is kinder
than leaving.
sometimes I wish
your last words were
movements.
a hand against my cheek,
a fist to my chest,
an arm around my neck,
nails on my wrist.
the ache more real
and easy
to find.
every night I ache and
I point all over.
mostly my heart,
mostly my mind,
to the words stuck
that won’t loosen
that wedge themselves
in my teeth and fall out when
I’m drunk,
in his lap. he doesn’t need them, boy
that loves me until his
teeth rot, who says I don’t
deserve you who constricts
my waist with his hands and who
whispers I love you before
we fuck. he’s got courage like
the front lines of war
Literature
Apocalypta
Dawn breaks soft,
You are sun glare
in the rearview;
and I, the heavy mist
ahead
on a road that forgets to end.
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half empty bottle of red on your lips
we drove down to the waves to settle this
we'd hide like a hammer in a bed of flowers
under a sheet of stars like the world was ours
oh, girl, i'm not done with you yet
---
not sure where i was going with this. hi.
we drove down to the waves to settle this
we'd hide like a hammer in a bed of flowers
under a sheet of stars like the world was ours
oh, girl, i'm not done with you yet
---
not sure where i was going with this. hi.
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Whole thing is beautiful and terrible and then, re-reading I found ' these awful hands of mine ' which is so...terribly beautiful. Thank you