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Mixed Signals

inklings of suspicion

could leave

a splattered mess

all over the

clean cotton paper;

and a most

disastrous result

of two artless

individuals

vainly attempting

to decipher

some sense

out of a ruined

canvas.

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Chip

A child

And a porcelain teacup

Are similar

In the aspects that both

Are fragile

Should be handled careful

And small

But the difference between

The two is

That one can’t be put back

Together

Again if it accidentally falls.

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siren song

if the pain

is a sound

it will be

like music

to my ears.

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a static thought

the briefest

dead air

at the end of

every song

and the

strange

feeling of

emptiness

that comes

with it.

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Callous Tongue

How fucking great

Is it to you that

You could laugh

At other people’s

Misfortunes?

If I were being

Kind, I’d call you a

Monster, but you

Wouldn’t care, ’cause

You don’t seem to

Have any emotion

And if I were being

Blatantly cruel,

I would say that

I hope you never have

Because the

Special monsters

Just like you

Don’t deserve any love.

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sleep-talk

the break

in your voice

is like a

heart attack

i can’t

fathom why

but it

woke me up.

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cold empty mattresses and falling stars

gilded honey

cascading

over sulphur

hearts and

severed hands;

sweet like

almond milk

yet rancidly

sour like

painful lust

.

i hope i don’t

scare you off

with my talk

of dislodged

clean limbs

that i plucked

within the

undergrowth

of my ribs,

tonight, i run

.

i love the

thought of

your germane

affliction,

the shade in

your eyes

speaks like dust

through wind

and i chase

for the ocean…

.

and if i don’t

make it home

before the

horizon screams,

kiss me and

hope that

you won’t be

embarrassed

by the attention

of the moon.

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Talking to Myself

yes, i hold

conversations

with myself

all the time.

not because

i’m crazy,

or lonely,

or schizophrenic,

or depressed,

or have any

mental issues,

but because

it can keep me

at bay, and

well, you know…

who else

would bother

to listen to

me?

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Serve Chilled

The best form

Of revenge

Is the one that

Manifests

All on its own.

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Masochist

you’re

ruining

my

life

and

i

love

every

minute

of

it.

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