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See, that’s what the app is perfect for.

Sounds perfect Wahhhh, I don’t wanna

He’s Just Not That Into You

All we do is just wait

Every time we come to an impasse

We just wait until someone braver comes along

And shows us that we could have done it all along.


I want to tell you I miss you.

I want to hear you say you love me.

But we both know that someone else will have

To love you first before I get my chance.


Even though you follow me in every dream,

And haunt my every footstep and memory,

I will wait, until the time comes when I become 

The impasse for you as much as you have been for me

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O-Three-Five-Seven-Twenty-Four

It makes the most sense to me after being awake for

Nearly 24 hours 

And I’m on my third cup of coffee

Which is really like my seventh

Because the last one had 5 shots.


But I feel it every time I move

My fingers

My legs

My knees considerably

But my chest most notably.


It feels like my lungs 

But I know it’s my heart

An overdose of caffeine

An overdose of you

My twitterpated irregular rhythm

Throwing off every beat of my body

Distracting every atom within.


I feel like a living hemiola

I’m walking in a duple

But everything else is fuck shit ass backwards

Like Haydn, Beethoven, and Brahms all had 

A fucking crazy love child

And that symphony is now engraved into my DNA

My muscle memory knows every shift

Every movement of every minute


And the symphony just keeps fucking going

On and on

And it may never stop

I feel like I can’t 

Someone please just lay down with me


Give me rest

Give me peace

Give me calm

Give me you

I see you in my mind
As a series of sonnets,
Carefully constructed,
Laid down to tell the story
Of days not often remembered,
And nights hardly ever forgotten.

You are my summer song-
My summer song in blue and black.

I liked you as a boy in the rafters,
But love you as if a brother,
Or a friend known since childhood.
Deeply and truly,
Not for the need of being found
Acceptable and deserving of love,
But to show that you are my Jupiter.
You are my Mercury and Saturn.
And all I can do is thank God
For placing the planets close-
Just enough that sometimes,
I am graced by your presence,
Lighting the night sky,
And drowning the moon in your wake.

You were not meant for that.
You were not meant for
3 a.m. vomiting in the bathroom
Of someone you vaguely know through
Connections that hardly make sense.
You were not meant to be arm candy
You were not meant to be the idle one,
You are terrifying and beautiful
You take hold and take charge
And just because you are a woman
Does not mean you fit into that
Bullshit role they think you need to be.
You are the first one in line
You don’t follow, you make people follow
And even if you’re wrong,
You’ll make it look like you’re right.

You were not meant for the easy path
Your bones are solid sequoias
That cannot be cut down.
You were made strong and now you can
Survive the struggle.
You were not meant for beer,
You are the finest wine
And the driest vodka,
Nothing in-between.
You are simultaneously elegant
Yet bite with everything you are.

You are fine dresses and yoga pants, 

And hardly anything besides the two. 

You are boisterous and the more

Displaced you are, 

The louder you become. 

You are lavish parties and quiet bookstores 

You were not meant to be held for long 

You kiss and tell 

You were not meant for petty relationships 

You send the liars on their way 

As soon as their time comes 

You are stone and silk, 

But you were not made for 

The rough, or the gentle. 

 You were not meant to forgive easily. 

You are vindictive and fierce, 

You grab the sun, riding to Valhalla, 

You have a gentle heart

 But a fierce hand. 

You were not meant for that.

You were not meant for that.

You were not meant for that.

Nothing is quite so horrible as dreams crushed.

It never even had the chance to become a reality

And there it is

Specks of dust that pile up along with the others

They accumulate and pile up on book covers

lampshades

windowsills

and shelves

until I am choking myself to death 

with the crushed specks of my dreams never actualized.

You handed me hope to only take it away,

You created this monster in me,

I desire for only you, only the things you said we might have.

I just wanted to be happy.

Happy with you.

I have never asked for anything more.