Keep Talking

Cold nights, dark streets

lit dimly with faint yellow glows.

I got to know your voice

better than I ever knew my own.

Slush and snow seeps slowly

into my threadbare boots.

You say hello

in that soothing melody

that is uniquely yours,

and I keep walking.

To where?

I don’t have a clue.

But as long as you keep talking,

I’ll keep walking.

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Fizzy

When you look away blushing,

my head feels dizzy.

We talk for hours on hours.

That closeness, that intimacy,

sends me into a tizzy.

For the life of me,

I can’t explain it,

but, I swear,

your laugh tastes fizzy.

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Hazy Shades of Nightmares

Your energy,

dark tendrils made of

everything terrible,

caresses his hazy

shades of nightmares.

How revolting it is

to see you two pretend

that you’re compatible.

As if you two jive on a

mystical level.

Just because your magic

matches doesn’t mean that

you two do.

Monsters.

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You Shouldn’t Have Left Me Your Heart

Oh shit.

Look at what I’ve done.

I’ve destroyed your

reputation and relationships.

You shouldn’t have left me

your heart when you left me.

You should never have

trusted me to be

civil and at like a grown up.

I’m a petty bastard,

and I’ll ruin you

like you ruined me.

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You, Us, We

I can’t stop thinking about –

You.

I thought it was my loneliness.

I thought it was merely a

desire for something

simple, uncomplicated, platonic.

I thought anything more would ruin –

Us.

What the hell is going on?

A battle royale is exploding in

my head, my heart.

Doubt in myself,

doubt that we could make it work

scratches and nips at my hope and faith that

love can conquer it all.

Perhaps it’s childish.

Perhaps I should shut up.

I could lose you,

but I could lose you anyway

through my silence.

Will these feelings,

this swirling dark hurricane of

inferno reds, overwhelming blues, and stormy grays

Ever cease?

Will they last?

Are they only temporary?

Could they be the real thing?

Could you and I,

thousands of miles apart,

ever survive to be a –

We.

We could falter and fade and crumble

beyond recognition.

We could scream at the universe

and burn any who would attempt to wreck us.

We could journey through life together

and end up hating each other.

We could conquer the world,

bridge the gap, lose all common sense,

and I could chant your name like a prayer.

We could let Time take over, meet new people, and

let the other fade from our lives,

leaving naught but a faint memory.

We could be battle-weary warriors,

sick and tired of this darkening world

and create our own light.

We could destroy each other,

hate each other, and destroy any evidence

of the other having a heart.

"But we could also be infinite." my patchwork heart whispers tentatively to my guarded, healing mind.

I whisper my secrets to the stars

and hope that

they’ll sing them to you.

 

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Wicked and Sharp Winds

The wicked and sharp

winds carry our secrets

that we thought we buried

to the ears of our enemies.

You were a fool to think

that I wouldn’t scream

your deepest fears to whomever

would take them.

I might not be able to

hurt you,

but those who loathe us can.

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Dreadful Little Girl

Dreadful little girl.

Disgusting witch.

Unfeeling bitch.

You’re the cause for all

of my misery,

and I’ll make you regret that

you ever bothered with me.

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