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they say opposites attract and I guess they’re right
because I was attracted to you since the day we met
with those wild green eyes and your alluring words that made
me feel more comfortable in my own skin than
I have ever I felt in twenty years of existence,
you were a foreign taste to me that I began to crave
so insatiably that my angel became my devil’s advocate
and suddenly troubled waters turned into stormy seas
and all I remember are
the long days and hard nights
that were clouded with loud voices and
screaming
lots and lots of screaming
and tears so many tears
that i’m surprised i had
any to spare
but in the cacophony
of clashing words and late night movie dates
we sparked
we ignited
we burned
you were the fire to my gasoline and it became
impossible to wash your ashes from my skin
you were painted on me;
it was our own Mona Lisa except she was frowning,
frowning because one of your hands was around my waist
and the other was pointed towards the sky
you were trying to tell me that we were colliding
like two celestial bodies destined to fissure and crack and degrade
until even our pieces were too insignificant to make falling stars in earth’s atmosphere
but you were speaking to deaf ears
ears the refused to accept the idea that
the distance between us was growing exponentially
while our strata stayed stationary within this
plane of nonexistence
and here I am instead with determination and false hopes tucked into the
back pocket of your favorite pair of jeans
I tried to patch together the enigma that was
you and I
but i can’t fix something broken
when it was never whole to begin with. 
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Midnight
--
I catch the scent of you
just when I think you’re gone
you come with the breeze
all burnt matches
vanilla
and black coffee
a heady haze
which haunts my nights
and stirs my soul
--
midnight and you’re there
a spectral sleeper
in the space next to mine
you smell like coming home
and I reach my hand to touch you
to know you
to understand that fucking part of you
that you won’t let me see
but your body breaks at my touch
skin turns to dust to light to darkness
--
and I am left with only the scent
of burnt matches
and vanilla
and black coffee
--
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i would do anything to get you to love yourself
i know your type, i’ve seen them around here
before, browsing through my poems like
you’re flipping through vinyl records, trying to find
that one disc you were listening to the first time
he leaned over and kissed you.
the only way you’ll ever be able to love yourself
is if he leans over and kisses you again, is if someone
tells you about the seven wonders of your soul, if
someone sits down and writes a list of all your beautiful
fault lines that you’ve never been able to forgive.
you want to love yourself and you want to be loved,
but i know it’s hard to believe that you’re holy,
when your hands still s
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Closer Together
Our love was distanced
But now it's coming
Closer together. I tried
To forget about you
But alas that failed.
I believed we could
Be partners
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I'm not entirely sure what this is, or what anything really is for that matter. I'm not very found of this piece, it's very experimental and messy for me (two things I don't like) but I wanted to try something different and in reality the messiness and sort of stream of conscienceness type writing fits this scenario perfectly so maybe I'll just suck it up and like it.
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This is wonderfully writen, great work! The spontaneity of your writing and drastic imagery really makes this piece memorable.