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This Much Is True

I was thirty-five when we started dating
His tongue
Like a razor when he spoke
Yet so soft
Yet so gentle
When he kissed me
(much like his heart)
And while I pushed 
And pushed and pushed
He pulled
He pulled me into him
And he peeled me 
Away from myself

I remember telling him
“It seems as though people 
are always coming and going; 
No one ever wants to stay”

He yelled at me
with his tongue sharpened like a whip
“Who in their right mind would stay?
You make it so hard to get off the front porch
and no one wants to sit on your front porch,
especially when there’s a constant storm around you”

Of course
I did what I always do
I called him an idiom
and cracked a joke about the
Wizard of Oz
(or some bull like that)
But he had a point and I knew it
I knew it because I felt it
So. 
I invited him in.

He’s past the couch 
but not quite to the bedroom yet-
I am a work in progress
He knows this
Because he is too

And as I sit here on his own couch
Staring at the ceiling fan
That makes me nearly as dizzy 
as he does
I want so much to tell him
He is the best thing about me
But I can’t do it
Because it would be a lie
If he and I were to part ways
Today
Let it be said 
Right here, right now
I’d be no worse for wear
because I am now aware
that the best thing about me
is myself
He knew this even before I did
He has shown this to me and
for some reason
I believe him

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Past Tense

The only difference 
between you and me is...
You thought of me sometimes
While I...

I think of you always

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Out Loud

I can’t sit still.

No. 

Really.

The stillness aches more
Than the constant movement my heart 
And my head both move at
The speed of light they 
Move so fast even I have 
Trouble keeping up.  Voices.

The voices talk so fast they are 
Inaudible most days they say 
Everything and nothing all at 
Once. Silence.

Silence makes my ears ring it makes me 
So damn uncomfortable that
Sometimes I talk out loud to 
Absolutely no one at all just so 
I can hear something 
The problem with 
Talking is talking 
Is for people who 
Know how to talk meanwhile 
I trip over my own tongue literally
Always like I 
Forget it’s even there until 
You kiss me

I digress this 
Isn’t about you this 
Is about me 

But I
Just need to say this-
Out loud
To absolutely no one at all-
When you’re not around I forget 
How to breathe involuntary 
Reflexes are no longer 
Involuntary except 
For loving you (you give me 
No choice)

And there I go again I’m 
Rambling on about you
Out loud to myself of 
Course (always to myself)

It is the hardest thing to say 
Out loud to you
Especially when I can’t 
Stop kissing you kissing you makes
The stillness and the 
Silence bearable I may not
Remember how to talk but I do 

I do remember how to breathe

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Cats

CATS

I thought about the dream you had
The one with me and the cats.
The cats...
They are my emotions
Pouring out of all the walls
and every God damned ceiling fixture
Unable to tell one from the other
because there are so many of them that they just blur together
Like an ocean...
An overwhelming ocean of cats.
And you have no idea what to do 
or how to react 
So you just call me crazy
So damn crazy 

But me…
I think I am just so massively lonely
that I don’t know how to breathe 
without swallowing the entire room
So instead,
I just try to hold my breath 
as to not drown you in utter madness
But it leaves me feeling dead
and leaves you...
craving my resurrection.

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Heard

Today was a good day
And that takes a lot for me to say
You're different but
You'll never admit it
So I say it aloud in your stead
What is happening in you head
I have not a clue 
But I have seen you be happy
If only for a few
Moments fleeting past
As solid as the rain
Hoping for them to last 
But dampened by the pain
They ache so loudly
Falling so hard
Feeling like a failure
But not at all what you are
Just longing for someone
to whom you can spill out the words
Like a melancholy song
That just needs to be heard

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More Often Than Always

If you go...

Let me be the one you ache for
More often than always
Because I cannot bear the thought
Of anything less
Obsession is better
Than a distant memory
Simply being remembered 
Just isn't enough
I need to be in your blood
Boiling in the summer stench
Pulsing in the open air
So thick you cannot breathe
Unless you're thinking of me