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I'm in the process of painting a picture
wide as your smile
and a thousand
feet
tall
imagine
all the words
I'll save
wide as your smile
and a thousand
feet
tall
imagine
all the words
I'll save
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this probably isn't about you
this probably is about how the sun was on the opposite side of the sky when i woke up this morning. and how my name looks wrong every time i write it until it's gotten to the point that i'm not even sure how to spell it. it's about how everything has been flying out of my control so that i can't remember how to walk without making a sound. or how to hold on to the edges when my vision gets too blurry. this is almost certainly about how you live one and three fourth miles to the north of me, but i forgot and slept facing the south last night so now i just feel like i turned my back on you.
but really, this isn't about you.
it's about how i'v
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the loudest lie he ever told
it starts when the clouds break his head and the waves crush his legs. his tears drip on my thigh and the colour of sleep floods my skull. the sound makes me afraid to open my eyes.
the next thing I know I'm naked, holding dry leaves to my chest. this is the thing to do when the boy with skin as frail as paper isn't here to touch me with his blue hands.
I wouldn't mind his lips in my hair if my hair twirled and created pictures of his skin to trace over. I wouldn't mind the wind blowing me through tree branches, through the arms of my lover. I wouldn't mind shivering if it meant holding his hand in the rain. I wouldn't mind my hands tugging
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living in your lies
dear girl—
it’s like you don’t even know you anymore. and when people talk about you, it’s almost as if you have no idea who they’re speaking about or whether any of what they say is true. it’s to the point where you started avoiding mirrors or catching your own eye in the reflection of windows, because you don’t even recognize yourself anymore. maybe your hair’s a mess and your clothes don’t match, but at least you can keep pretending that you’re not uncomfortable in your own skin. you’ve become a stranger and it scares you since you’ve always been most afraid of the things you don
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11.24.09: those of you who have been watching me for a few years may remember that I used this piece to collaborate with my then-roommate. he's a terrific graffiti artist and we teamed up to make poetry graffiti. it was essentially this poem written in various styles, & illustrated in various ways, on postal service priority mail stickers. we are getting ready to do another batch (this time long-distance), so I thought I'd dust this off. made some line break changes, etc.
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11.24.09: those of you who have been watching me for a few years may remember that I used this piece to collaborate with my then-roommate. he's a terrific graffiti artist and we teamed up to make poetry graffiti. it was essentially this poem written in various styles, & illustrated in various ways, on postal service priority mail stickers. we are getting ready to do another batch (this time long-distance), so I thought I'd dust this off. made some line break changes, etc.
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heart-warming.