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i tried to stop your calcium intake so that you would never grow
i wanted you to shrink so that i could keep you in my pocket
and you could gnaw through the fabric and plunge onto my toes.
i would walk you everywhere that i go. you would see all that i see
eventually, you would be so small, you would crawl into my ear
and scratch through my skull.
you could infiltrate my thoughts and penetrate my nervous system.
and then maybe you could feel all that i feel and realise that’s it's you.
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i wish i could swim the pacific ocean and back.
and when i came back to sit in front of a burning burning fire
until it dried me to the bone.
and for my skeleton to be hung above your bed
to act as a catcher of your night terrors
and it would work
because you would know that i was magical.
because i swam the whole pacific ocean and back.
for you.
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if only you could
hold me as tight as a nail
fastens wood to wall
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the sea engulfes me
into a world of despair
i want to be free
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i envy every child that I see in the street. I see them and I feel like I can remember
being like them.
They live in the bliss of ignorance and have not yet discovered laziness.
The only emotion they feel towards the opposite sex is yuckyness and giddyness.
There is no confliction and nothing is unrequited. There is no comprehension of love or lack
of.
Your best friend is that way because you both like playing with the sandpit better than the
water.
Not because you discuss all of your problems, help eachother in moments of heartache and
can see, accept and love them in spaces of horridness and distress.
They spend their weekends playing curby with the kids across the street and going to the
supermarket with their mothers.
There is no confusion and everything is completely and utterly free. There is no obligation to
overanalise or over- think : there is nothing to over think.
Everything is approached with openess and hopefulness - not awkardness and suspicion.
Laughing is innocent, I have never laughed so much than when I was a kid. They do not laugh
at the expense of others or in embarressment. You will never, ever have belly-laughs like
they do.
I will never be able to look at the world with the eyes they do.
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I wake up and I think of you
And I look out of my window
It is grey and the lights stopped
Glittering a long time ago
And I smoke and I smoke and I smoke
I pour my coffee and I think of you
My mugs are stained, the blemishes plaster the
Cups and never come off. They have left
Their mark, exactly they way you stamped yours
And I smoke and I smoke and I smoke
The shower beats my skin and I think of you
I scrub; I scratch my pores with soap
But the filth resides, it clings and
Fills my orifices. I am choked by dirt
And I smoke and I smoke and I smoke
I exist through my days and I think of you
Everything is dampened by desolation and every
One has your eyes. This city repulses me, it sneers
At me and growls ‘there is nothing to keep you here’
And I smoke and I smoke and I smoke.
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when i was drunk i rang you and you didn't pick up your phone.
i came to your house and bashed the door until my
knuckle bones ripped in two. my fingers were
ripped from my palm from trying to reach you.
i left my pinkie finger in your post box.
when you found it in the morning you
rang me up and told me that you had it for breakfast
along with my dignity and left me alone
with my infidelity.
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If i could have your arms as a pillow, i would bring it everywhere, even on the bus. I would
wrap it around me if i was cold. I would put half of it on my shoulders if i was at the cinema.
I would put them behind me if i was looking at the sea, and make it squeeze around my
stomach until i felt you in my bellybutton.
I want to sit under a blossom tree with the sun coming through in little streams.
Only with you.
I want to be a fish gliding through your veins, come out of your mouth and kiss every
millimetre of your lips.
I want to watch every breathtaking sunrise come up from behid your face. See your eyes
glisen, with morning moisture and yellow light.
I want to sit infront of the painting 'scream' for five hundred hours, so when i look at you
you would be even more beautiful.
I would make your hair a hat and in the morning i would run it through my fingers, i would
drag it up my stomach and around my chest and have it entwine with mine, resting near my
nose and stay like that until your smell was gone.
I want you to always be happy. Your heart shimmers in your eyes. When it is not there,
neither am i.
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how i felt for a year after you left me in the park and your swing kept swinging- like a
pendulum towards my heart:
loneliness crept on every breath
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i have relied on circumstance and fate all of my life.
god has never shone down on me and occupied
my life with luck.
i have lived with compromise and attainment without the need for belief
i have never had a calling or had the
ghost pierce through my organs and save me.
today i watched you make your first communion and
you have never been so bright. your innocence,
highlighted in your glow. faith enveloped you
and you enveloped me.
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