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it all started with a hello that
came fl-fl-flittering from
my quivering, adolescent lips
and then we
[tum]
b
l
e
d
into a hypersonic
oblivion were me melted together
in a symphonic mix
of words and the distilled
inks of dead poets.
we g r e w and glowed
and slowly we (I)
fell deeper into
uncharted waters that
made my bones grow cold
and my heart
drown with antic-
-pation.
when you offered to
show me the very galaxies that
swirled in my faltering irises,
when you splayed
your fingers against
my spine and urged me
toward the dancing
constellations
with your soft willow-whispers
against my foolish ears
I…
I…
I…
panicked
scared, I dashed away
like a frightened
lamb in the eyes
of God,
leaving your arms
empty and
quaking
while my heart
screamed bloody
murder from within
my rusted prison
ribs.
—
I saw you today, but
the smile in my eyes
was hiding the tears
that silently fill my
saltwater lungs
because
I love[d] you
but you’ll never
know.
came fl-fl-flittering from
my quivering, adolescent lips
and then we
[tum]
b
l
e
d
into a hypersonic
oblivion were me melted together
in a symphonic mix
of words and the distilled
inks of dead poets.
we g r e w and glowed
and slowly we (I)
fell deeper into
uncharted waters that
made my bones grow cold
and my heart
drown with antic-
-pation.
when you offered to
show me the very galaxies that
swirled in my faltering irises,
when you splayed
your fingers against
my spine and urged me
toward the dancing
constellations
with your soft willow-whispers
against my foolish ears
I…
I…
I…
panicked
scared, I dashed away
like a frightened
lamb in the eyes
of God,
leaving your arms
empty and
quaking
while my heart
screamed bloody
murder from within
my rusted prison
ribs.
—
I saw you today, but
the smile in my eyes
was hiding the tears
that silently fill my
saltwater lungs
because
I love[d] you
but you’ll never
know.
Literature
I am afraid of monsters like you.
Bones and sinew cling
to the part of me
that is not human,
the part of me that
is yours.
Your lips are ready
to pounce mine when
you lace my neck with
the collar of hope.
It hangs too tightly.
Literature
maybe you'll find this
i want to tell you so much
like how one day you'll meet a kid
who steps on butterflies for fun
and you'll probably hate him
but i want you to think about the possibility that
maybe someone stepped on his wings
and he can't understand how they can fly but he
can't.
.
or like another kid who slit your friend's wrist with the glass from the library door
and killed a snake by thrashing its skull on the sidewalk
and kicked a kitten who had just been run over that morning and was barely holding on.
you'll probably hate him, too.
and i want you to remember
that russian orphanages are no place to learn morals
that severe brain damage is permanent i
Literature
Don't Break Me, Please
Don’t break me,
Please.
I’ve only just put this heart,
This shattered organ,
Back together.
I’m scared,
Scared to fall once more
And scared to feel again.
You’ve been making me smile,
Making a fluttering in my chest,
And it scares me so much.
I’m not sure I’ll find the pieces,
If it happens again.
So please,
Please,
Don’t break me.
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It is hard for me to imagine
facing galactic truth of our individuality
with such personal humbling pride
to be written any more eloquently
or more beautifully.
Your do the language proud.
facing galactic truth of our individuality
with such personal humbling pride
to be written any more eloquently
or more beautifully.
Your do the language proud.