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Roses Vs Sunflowers

Woke up with roses 
Their company puts me at ease 

The morning sun kisses them 
Adding color to my bleached walls 

Woke up with their soul 
That radiates from the bottom of the vase 

Like my heart, their petals are full 
And together they breathe with me 

August vacated
Leaving me with their corpses 

Their vibrance now holds bad memories 
Tears and a broken heart surrounded them 

October knocked on my door
The fall breeze I cling to each year came with 

Sunflowers showed up on my nightstand 
Replacing trauma and bad memories 

The feeling of relief fills my chest 
And a small smile joined in 

Waking up with sunflowers 
Their company is my comfort 

They have lasted through the storms 
Of the remaining tears and heartache 

Like my heart, their petals are full 
And together they breathe with me

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Road Rage

I remember 
Your anger 

The way your neck muscles 
Stood out 
As you cursed my name 

You showed up 
Uninvited 
with your pants 
Lower than your hips 
Yet 
You somehow paced with self assurance 

You circled 
The parking garage 
Chain smoking 
Making the concrete ground 
Your ashtray 

Your heavy clothes 
In summer’s heat 
Made it easy 
To hide 
a closed fist 

As I allege 
The broken headlight 
With your name 
in the same sentence 

From my heart beat
My jaw popping 
My hazard lights clicking 
Your rap music blasting 
through my speakers 

I can’t remember 
what noise 
Stopped first 

Or why 
You held me close 
In your arms 
Afterwards 

But I drove you home 
quietly reaching out to you 
To hold your hand 

Desperately 
Wanting 
your warmth 
your affection 

Instead of suffocating  
The thoughts 
Of you 2 nights before 

Shivering under my sheets 
Against my body 
As the drugs wore off 

But I stayed awake 
To make sure 
You fell asleep

And also admire 
How much I loved 
Your company 

After I dropped you off 
I stared at your house 
While multiple friend’s advice
Playing in the background 

Their advice caused 
My brain 
And my heart to argue  
For hours that night 

And I kinda miss 
That part 

Cause when I 
think of you now 
I feel the effects of my insomnia  
Creeping in 

From consistent phone calls 
Every night 
At 3am 
Taunting 

Like you’re constantly poking 
At my wounds 
With a dull knife 

I keep my blinds shut 
And my lights off 
After work 
So you think I’m not home 

It gives me time 
To try to 
fall asleep early 
So I’m not startled 
As you call
From an unknown number 

I get ready for work 
The night before now 
That way I am prepared

To sprint through 
the parking garage 
To my car 
Every day 

And once I catch my breath 
And lock the doors 
I close my eyes 
Turn my headlights on 
And hope you won’t be there

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3am

3am
The rest of the world was asleep 
While your mind on the other hand, never is
You occupied it
with inhale of your beloved Mary Jane

I study every smoke cloud that leaves your body
As that same dumb couple argues on TV
when will they learn I ask myself

Suddenly I felt the weight
Of the bed shift
A cold bony hand
Grabs my shoulder 

Felt my flannel slowly sliding off my back
And without hesitation
I fall into the comfort of your touch 

Your breathing becomes scattered
As I trace every single rib 
that protrudes your dull skin

Dirty nails 
make its way up my chest 
And around my neck
Which is accompanied 
By your chapped lips 

Maybe we're both wrong I thought
As the adrenaline and sweat leave my body
I placed my body next to yours
Under the blue covers

You casually turn your back
So all I see is your silhouette
I did the same 
As the couple on TV made up again 

I stare into the dark room
Conscious of every sound
Every movement you make

Which forces me to catch my breath 
For I hope
You finally decide to hold me 

6:50am 
It came around
Just as I started to close my eyes

Felt the bed shift again
And the urge to sleep
Suddenly disappears

Your mother left for work
While your presence left me 
I roll over to see you up 
Already saying good morning 
To Mary Jane

I pick up my clothes 
that slept on the floor 
And I head downstairs to leave

I went to grab the door 
To the garage
I turn the knob slightly 
And look back up the stairs

You weren't there 
you never are

But you'll make the time 
To call at 2am
On a weekday 

And impulsively 
I'm leaving my twin bed
and climbing under your blue covers

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James

Around the corner 
Of the unpaved driveway
Was a claustrophobic shack

The front door 
Was once a cherry red
Like his father's 1968 Cadillac

My car door 
echoed 
As my heels stumbled across the driveway

Caught my balance on the porch swing  
Which is now cluttered 
From the insides of an ashtray

I sat 
On his front porch 
Staring into the woods

The July air 
Brought back all the memories
Like I never knew it could

We used to sit out here
When his dad fell asleep
Talking about getting married 

Sharing thoughts 
About how many kids we want 
To where we wanted to be buried 

I twirl his promise ring 
Around my finger
As I hesitate at the front door

It was unlocked 
But what was hiding behind it 
Was nothing I have seen before

Everything was dirty 
From the carpets 
To the bare mattress in the living room 

Which was a boat 
To the ocean of bottles and cigarettes
He would habitually consume 

I avoid
stepping on food wrappers
As I look at family photos

My favorite one 
Was us with his nephew
Right before he proposed 

I remember his sister 
Thanking me 
For making him a better person

And how 
Without me 
His addiction would have worsened 

I glide my fingers 
Along the wall 
As I go into his bedroom

There was a box
With my name on it
It held pictures and my old perfume

Wrapped in a ribbon 
Were all my letters
Secured in their envelopes

I wrote once a week
Telling him about school
And how I tried to cope

9 months he was gone
But every night 
I sat on my bed waiting for his call

And I would whisper 
On the phone 
Until I saw the light go off in the hall

My parents thought 
He was holding me back 
From my future plans

But the red farmhouse
3 kids and the Cherokee 
Was never something they'd understand 

That all changed 
When fall came 
My junior year

He loved me 
But his old friends
started to reappear

Mocked the changes in his life 
Spit on his progress
Until it drowned his mind 

I left town 
Studied law 
For I became 
Nothing he wanted to find

He apparently had a girl 
Move in
Who was 2 years younger

Had a little girl with her
But he said
He couldn't ignore the hunger

Money 
Fueled his whole being
Until his hands
Were placed behind his back

The police searched his place
Tore everything apart
And eventually towed his father's Cadillac 

7 years have passed
But I finally made it
Back to his part of town

Knowing all the whispers
I had to see his house again
And have one last look around

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Life In Color

I want to be 
A part 
Of your safe haven 

Where I fill in 
The chair next to you 
Surrounded by your family 

I want to see 
How your face lights up 
Making jokes and telling stories from work 

And when you laugh 
Your hand 
pats my thigh

As our legs 
Are intertwined 
Underneath the kitchen table 

I want to see 
Your reaction 
When I blush

After your mother 
Asks what I like 
about you 

I’ll place my hand over yours 
That are on my thigh 
And I’ll tell her that 

“He has shown me 
That life can be 
full of color

That a man’s hand 
can be more 
Than just a weapon 

Cause when he drives 
He absentmindedly holds mine
And kisses it 

While I’m continuously glad 
All the windows are down 
To block out my heart racing 

He has taught me 
That simplicity 
Holds more weight in our mind 

Like how I have memorized 
The creaks in our floor 
On Friday nights 

When he makes dinner 
And I’m swaying my feet 
From sitting on the counter 

Or how I silently adore 
Every move he makes 
And try to hide the smile on my face 

With a glass of wine 
While wearing one of his old t-shirts 
That now smells like me 

He repeatedly has shown me 
That hearts  
Don’t have to falter with jealousy 

Amidst the whispers
And constant smirks 
From my past 

Or the desperate beckoning 
From girls 
With lip gloss smiles

Cause he has pulled out 
The chair next to him for me 
In his safe haven 

Where my blushing laughter 
And stories from this household 
Have created connections 

He always entwines
his legs with mine 
With his palm up on my thigh 

Waiting patiently for my hand 
Despite ever present 
Scars on my left wrist”

And his mother can hear 
the warmth
The thoughts covered in color 

In my voice 
Every time 
I speak of him

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The Pretty Boy Paradox

Vexation seeps through sighs 
As the pen finds comfort 
Sharing the same story

Nonsensical pretty boys 
With smoke cloud habits 
And bloodshot ponderings

Vaunting on their 
Newsworthy delinquency 
With incessant metal bar consequences 

Promulgating in the same breath 
they’re gaining 
New ground 

Breaking the cleanse 
Of poisoning 
Their liver 

And feeling the linear 
Coldness of a countertop 
On their nose

With a half glass of water 
In a ring of loneliness 
On their nightstand 

The gulp of insomnia 
Rudely digs its hook of candidness 
In your empathic being 

Melodramatic memories 
Of empty dinner table 
Upbringings 

Spending school nights 
Placing cigarettes 
In plastic bottles 

With front porch 
Heart to hearts 
With their second self 

Pulling the sleeves 
Of sweatshirts once borrowed 
Over tattooed knuckles 

Shivering against the disbelief 
That loyalty in this town
Is only face to face 

Rehashing 
first heartbreaks 
With the outlook 

That mistrust follows
Demons 
That look just like you 

The way you 
Introduce yourself 
With skintight beliefs 

Low cut distractions
Met with 
Amorous disposition 

Abrade their thoughts 
Of you from tantalizing 
To discomfiture 

And their ears 
Can’t handle 
Opprobrium especially from their friends 

When you would 
Put fingers 
In yours like an obstinate child 

Just to keep
Looking at them 
With oblivious blissful daydreams 

Even if you were 
Stumbling drunk 
Out of their broken front door the night before 

After learning 
They sent flowers to someone else 
Like a man with his paramour 

Leaving your existence 
In a blighted state 
Surrounded by empty walls 

For
They
Took it all 

But don’t worry 
The guilt of breaking your heart 
Is easier for them to swallow 

Than the nausea 
Traveling up their throat 
With the spew of your adoration

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Would You

If I were 
To die tomorrow
What would you do? 

Would the ache 
Travel down your throat 
Suffocating your stomach 

Or would the parties linger 
Like the bottle of tequila 
You carry every weekend 

Would your eyes swell 
At the thought of
My apartment sitting empty 

Or would you 
Be spending the night 
With the blonde down the hall 

Would you ask 
My mother for
The promise ring you gave me 

Or would you 
Pick out a real diamond 
Some day instead 

Would you 
dress up 
And come to my funeral 

Or would you skip
cause no one could know 
You were still in love with me

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Stripped

You were in love 
with a stripper 
But drove to Delaware 
Without her knowing 

It was 2 days after my birthday 
You said you left work 
Just to see me 

After almost a year 
of chasing you 
Questioning your feelings 
I thought I stood a chance 

But when all our conversations 
Involved depression and intimacy 
It didn’t translate well in person 

You were quiet
Too difficult to read 
When I like to follow other people’s leads 

I tried to swallow 
My anxiety about being perfect 
But my stuttering 
Made your silence deafening 

So conversations 
Became those in horror movies 
As I clutched your necklaces 
Tightly in my hands 

Finally you kissed me 
And all I felt was your weight 
Between my hips 

Your heart speaking fast in my ear
From the adrenaline 
That I hoped would linger 

Cause once it was gone 
You picked up your black jeans 
That were thrown over my bed 

I handed you your ripped shirt
And watch you lace up your boots
That were once a bright red 

By the time 
you were leaving 
It was 5am

I told myself you were worried 
About driving back to work 
But I knew 
You would sleep in the city 

Refused to look at my phone 
The next morning 
Knowing what was gonna happen 

You said you would see me again 
That you liked seeing me 

I wanted to believe it 
But before I could let myself 
Enjoy those words 
I no longer existed to you 

Just like how she didn’t exist to you 
The 3 hours you were with me

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Craving

Craving took over 
Twisted her neck like a soda cap 
The woods were silent 
All you heard was the snap 

Dragged her body 
Through the remains of the party 
She was a lonely girl 
Drank herself numb with Bacardi 

She confessed to suicidal thoughts 
As I slid my hand up her thigh 
Her shy smile invited me in 
Waking up thoughts I couldn’t deny 

Pressed her up against the tree 
With her throat in my hand 
Felt her pulse under my fingers 
The thoughts I could no longer stand 

To see everything inside 
That lies underneath her skin 
Bones, intestines 
The tongue behind her grin 

Tied her limbs 
To that old wooden gate 
Behind it is a shed 
I helped build when I was eight 

It houses my possessions 
Ribs of animals, jars of human remains 
A bloodstained shirt from a hitchhiker 
I think Steven was his name 

Decorated the grass 
With her intestines and fingertips 
Created a stream of her blood 
That started from her lips 

With acid 
I separated her flesh from bones 
Put it into garbage bags 
Hid it in the basement of my home 

In the shed is a piece of her 
In a jar locked away 
I can still hear it beating 
Whenever the craving wants to play

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Butterfly Venom

Was it worth
Butchering the butterflies 
We gave each other? 

Were they not 
Pretty enough? 
Or were they just too fragile 
For your unstable world? 

Your world of
Mismatched jigsaw puzzle thoughts 
And drunk high school riddles 

Loneliness shrugging its shoulders 
Towards the fill in the blank future 
You put my name in 

Until you saw 
How ablaze 
My butterflies for you were

Fluttering 
With the thoughts 
Of building a family 

Far from our hometown 
In a blue house 
With a wraparound porch 

Silent
Fake smiles 
Could no longer 
Conceal 

your thoughts 
With 
A clenched jaw 

Casual rejection 
Immersed me 
Like the saliva underneath your tongue 

While feeling you 
Slowly pull your hand 
From mine 

It was like you were plucking 
Each wing off 
With a pair of tweezers 

Mutilating their worth 
With your sordid 
Bare hands 

Just to keep your pride 
And heart from 
Dangling by a thread 

All the while 
You scrutinized 
My every move 

Believing 
All the nonsensical 
Hometown 

Rumors 
And whispers 
Suffocating my name 

My spine 
Becoming blotches 
On a canvas 

Depicting 
Every shade 
Of blue and purple 

From the blows 
Of ignominious remarks 
You’d spit in my face 

But that’s no one else’s 
Blunder 
But mine 

I was the one 
Who nodded 
With the enraptured joy 

Of innocent 
Butterflies 
In my chest 

To the contract 
You had laid out 
Detailing the conditions of your love 

And the nauseating 
consequences 
I’d endure 

If I dare
Showed disrespect 
To your happiness 

But it was hard 
to believe 
In that moment 

That the man 
who who would 
Gently place my hair 

Behind my ears 
And tell me how 
pretty I was 

Was the same one 
Who would drink
To console his anger 

Like how he wished
His mother
Nurtured him growing up 

But that was after 
You’d complain 
That my past lovers 

Were never assertive 
Enough
With me 

That without you 
I would just be 
A tempter 

Constantly tasting 
My lipstick in slow motion 
From a low lit curb 

With my pulse moaning 
For the unceasing flattery 
As if I already knew their name 

But I only 
Knew the shakiness 
Of desperation 

When the chair 
Next to me 
On my birthday never moved 

No hand to hold mine 
Just my own trying to 
Keep my spine intact 

But I discolored 
Each butterfly wing 
With a birthday candle 

Coughing and choking 
Through 
Their screams

Flesh curling 
Into black 
Just like you wanted 

Taking with them
The delicate moments of you 
That I’ve turned into a memory 

Your safe haven 
That I’ve once made home 
Is now distorted 

The chair I once filled 
Next to you 
Surrounded by your family 

Is an empty space
That will never 
Be filled permanently 
 
Cause the charade 
Of your heart
Being the one eviscerated

Keeps you safe 
In your 
Unstable world