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Here’s to all those rude awakenings
those things we swore we’d never do but did anyway
those silently deafening times and deafeningly silent times
and every decibel in between.
Here’s to the nights we thought we were lost
the nights we really were lost
and the nights we had nothing more to lose.
Here’s to us spinning our heads in knots
over unanswerable questions like why we existed
and whether this life was all we had.
Here’s to when we realized dreams can be caught
if you only have the courage to chase them
and sometimes when you let yourself fall
you discover how unbreakable you are
how unbreakable you always were.
Here’s to every time you told me I had enough
to live for, just being me
and to the moments you proved I did
by being you.
those things we swore we’d never do but did anyway
those silently deafening times and deafeningly silent times
and every decibel in between.
Here’s to the nights we thought we were lost
the nights we really were lost
and the nights we had nothing more to lose.
Here’s to us spinning our heads in knots
over unanswerable questions like why we existed
and whether this life was all we had.
Here’s to when we realized dreams can be caught
if you only have the courage to chase them
and sometimes when you let yourself fall
you discover how unbreakable you are
how unbreakable you always were.
Here’s to every time you told me I had enough
to live for, just being me
and to the moments you proved I did
by being you.
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you are, you will be
this is meant to be heard: https://soundcloud.com/c-e-moore/you-are-you-will-be-by-your-methamphetamine
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my body
is beautiful
wait
no
fuck
try again with more
conviction this time.
my body is beautiful;
its curves ascend more than the rugged
Alps, they
fall like contradictions from a politically
incorrect statement, my body is the
pavement of my mind's highway but these
flyovers keep
collapsing, I'm
trapped under the debris of
esteem
(not self-esteem, that requires
a mind-heart team effort)
my lips have kissed all kinds of
royalty; my hands have polished enough
crowns and sworn fealty to the right
people. my loyal legs once opened
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softened
the sky whispers,
ribbons of crystalline quiet,
same shade as the angel dust
you shivered every time we were
alone.
in the darkness, we were
sorry birds searching for
open dawns. you, the
swan, me, the
raven,
black as night and
just as hopeful.
and there were poems
written in your skin, universes
blooming in your hands; your eyes
were a December sunrise saving me
from any sleep.
I’ve decided that
people are a composition of
all their greatest memories—and you,
you were always the most
beautiful piece of
me.
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reasons why I don't fly away
above half-hearted streetlights and industrial flooding
and vague misinterpretations, I cut
a little too deep.
it always comes to this; hungry shivers,
dry voices, heavy breaths as your eyes
fixate upon a set point in the distance
which you label as happiness, a nirvana
in plain view but too far
for your rubber legs to take you there.
back then we were theorists developing
a new frontier; we were two dreamers,
two corpses on a collision course in
the desperate season. you warned me
there weren’t enough words to say
beautiful; as it turns out, we
were a slip of the tongue.
I woke this morning
a butterfly. you would like
the sun po
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