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I used lie on your chest after loving you
Listening to the slowing concussion of your heart,
The soft outgoing tide of passion in your breath,
As I traced sweet nothing patterns across your stomach
You made me promise early,
When our love was fresh and new,
That I would die last-
And I promised-
Because it was easier to see you smile
And death was just a word.
But now I know why you made me promise.
You knew how hard it would be to go on alone,
Constantly weighted down by that black hole
Where love once stood-
You always were the smart one
I want to trade places with you-
Be the one under stark light and twenty four hour care;
Be the one whose life is measured
In heart beeps and cell counts-
I dont want to be the one left alone
Moving the chair closer to your bed,
I lie my head on your chest,
Listening to the slowing concussion of your heart,
The soft outgoing tide of life in your breaths
As I trace sweet everything patterns across your stomach
Listening to the slowing concussion of your heart,
The soft outgoing tide of passion in your breath,
As I traced sweet nothing patterns across your stomach
You made me promise early,
When our love was fresh and new,
That I would die last-
And I promised-
Because it was easier to see you smile
And death was just a word.
But now I know why you made me promise.
You knew how hard it would be to go on alone,
Constantly weighted down by that black hole
Where love once stood-
You always were the smart one
I want to trade places with you-
Be the one under stark light and twenty four hour care;
Be the one whose life is measured
In heart beeps and cell counts-
I dont want to be the one left alone
Moving the chair closer to your bed,
I lie my head on your chest,
Listening to the slowing concussion of your heart,
The soft outgoing tide of life in your breaths
As I trace sweet everything patterns across your stomach
Literature
Sweet Kid
Bresh's allergic to strawberries.
The last time he ate some he spent two hours squeezing vomit through his swollen gullet, nearly drowning in spit, half-digested food and gastric acid before his father opted to throw him into the car and drive him to the ER. It was a suicide attempt. He knew he would go to hell for this. But Bresh had somehow banked on God not noticing that it wasn't accidental.
Death by strawberry.
He thought that was funny.
Literature
please, eat
honey, please understand,
i do not love holding you up
like a sinking ship
--your hipbones are jutting above
seas of skin again, icebergs
tearing both you
and me apart
have you drank water today?
because i worry
there is no fluidity in the way
you move anymore
you are all angles, angel
your body creaks and moans
like an old, worn out machine
and i don't have your schematics
i know you've taken a tape measure
of every inch of yourself but
i cannot measure your mind
to figure out how to fix you
even though your spine
has more ridges
than the rocky mountains,
you know you cannot move them
you cannot pick up textbooks
your stockpot f
Literature
Easy
These days
my prince in shining armor
is a manic-pixie-dream-girl
who shows up on my doorstep
reeking of patchouli
and old leather
and maybe something dank
she has a free seat in her van
and stardust in her hands
coffee on her lips
and I am
smitten
with the curves of liberation
chasing willow breezes
under the swirl
of the night sky
weightless
.
she leaves me
after a month
for blackberry brambles
and psychedelic punch
and someone
who still dreams
but
I keep the van
live off of ground cherries
and chestnuts
on the banks
of the loneliest river
I can find
I watch the currents
carry away tomorrow
and finally drink my fill
of peace
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This is heartbreaking but beautiful.