(again, again, again)I never know why.
Nothing ever comes of it.
It doesn't make a lot of sense...
if it makes any sense at all.
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~Oil-library
the Seventh WireNewest
"clever, loving title"so i am the deep end where you find yourself trapped in the curve of me, hollowing out the shape of your body into my body, determining the weight of weight and the complexity of depth while figuring out that every.little.movement you make is a gesture to the world--"clever, loving title"
by ~Oil-library
--window dressing(my bedroom window faces east, in the direction I face to sleep. I pull my leg up beside me, and clutch at the nothingness of where you should be, in the direction nearest to me with you. I bury my face in the pillow I sleep pressed against, and sometimes... sometimes I dream too vividly, and turn my smile upward, to see you leaning over me with good mornings and your crooked grin even more crooked with the recent waking, with the weight of one knee between my legs, and the other at my side,--window dressing
along with your hand and I feel you. but it's only december-- you're
by ~Oil-library
flex'reflexi became you when the light cast your grin across mine, in a silhouetteflex'reflex
i dropped your eyes down the way i am known for dropping mine and they fell perfectly but the gravity crumbled them, like drying clay
and we had to hold each other closely
to keep the falling pieces within our color and out of gray.
i inhale, you exhale, and i wonder how you mimic me so well.
by ~Oil-library
Favourites
Less Yes Swedish Fishhotter coffee coldLess Yes Swedish Fish
summer hair cut less swedish fish
swimming in
red plastic the trick to make me smile for
the third trip to the hospital this month with the smell of good smoke and skin outside but i can't stay still and I heard from my brother that he's leaving next
summer cold
held in my hand with
less swedish fish
swimming a yes for me through the strawberry water
and cooking wine cooking
down to a skeleton in a
disappear in skin and smoke with good air outside with
blueberry jam and blackb
by ~Dirty-Paint
CoffeeI’m still stuck in the old motions you taught me, the tiny movements and mannerisms that ground their way into the material of my grey matter with the sequential passing of days. They say a human forms a habit in twenty-one days. Whoever they are. I don’t think they know this kind of “habit,” this mechanic repetition that anchors me to this plane of existence, this autopilot safeguard. Whatever. I don’t need them. I’ve become something of a misanthrope anyway.Coffee
Like every other morning for the past month, I sit on the porch with two mugs of coffee and wait for you to come by and pick me up, and just like every other day I’m late t
by ~merr-child
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