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i. they say that there are
seven natural wonders
in the world. well,
i think they’ve got it
all wrong. i think
the seventh one is
a place called
home
and i need to find it.
ii. i can name all of my
weaknesses. they are
ugly and obvious and
i am aware
of all of them.
now, i need
to find
one thing
good
about me.
iii. people have given me
'unconditional love and
‘unbreakable’ promises but
they took away both.
so i’m sorry
if i’m just a bit
pessimistic, but
i have reasons.
and i’d like it if someone
made me forget
every last one of them.
iv. seven is supposed to be
the luckiest number, right?
and it stands for
magic and
luck?
note to self:
figure out why
seven hates me so much.
v. i need to hear
your voice
again. i need
to know that you
were not only
in my imagination.
i need to know
that you are
still breathing.
(and i want to ask
you if you still feel
something
when we talk.)
i do.
vi. i still have
your emails
and phone number
and letters
and texts.
and there is
a box in my closet
with the things you
forgot. (i like to think
you meant to leave them.)
i still go to bed
holding that necklace
you gave me.
i still think of you
every time i read
a romance novel, or
watch a happy movie,
or hear ‘i love you’.
i need to move on.
vii. fall in love
with someone worth
falling in love with.
seven natural wonders
in the world. well,
i think they’ve got it
all wrong. i think
the seventh one is
a place called
home
and i need to find it.
ii. i can name all of my
weaknesses. they are
ugly and obvious and
i am aware
of all of them.
now, i need
to find
one thing
good
about me.
iii. people have given me
'unconditional love and
‘unbreakable’ promises but
they took away both.
so i’m sorry
if i’m just a bit
pessimistic, but
i have reasons.
and i’d like it if someone
made me forget
every last one of them.
iv. seven is supposed to be
the luckiest number, right?
and it stands for
magic and
luck?
note to self:
figure out why
seven hates me so much.
v. i need to hear
your voice
again. i need
to know that you
were not only
in my imagination.
i need to know
that you are
still breathing.
(and i want to ask
you if you still feel
something
when we talk.)
i do.
vi. i still have
your emails
and phone number
and letters
and texts.
and there is
a box in my closet
with the things you
forgot. (i like to think
you meant to leave them.)
i still go to bed
holding that necklace
you gave me.
i still think of you
every time i read
a romance novel, or
watch a happy movie,
or hear ‘i love you’.
i need to move on.
vii. fall in love
with someone worth
falling in love with.
Literature
opposite's day - collab.
i. today i ignored the dismal beating
in my chest [it held me closer than
you ever did] and chased after you
like a lopsided puppy,
watching your skylit legs sink into
shin-deep puddles with indefinable
bottoms. i looked as you left me
miles behind as i shouted
nonsensical wishes and
honeycombed thoughts to you.
[let's drop anchor and stop
this off-course ship with
a handful of windswept lies.]
ii. your eyes are like my mirror -
reflective, deflective, and unforgiving.
[the only way you'll speak to me
is without words.]
one of these days i will write
'ugly ugly ugly' on my forehead
so that on opposite's day,
those baby blu
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a letter
dearest dear,
there is a butterfly breathing its way out of you. there is a red & blinking button pressed to bear releasing. I am ever so sorry, but still collecting your colors. In the midst of apologies, still pressing your fragile frame to pages; special focus on forever. tomorrow, I will visit you inside your house. shortly thereafter, I will hide underneath your bed; making a nest of your blankets. the following morning, I will infiltrate breakfast disguised as a warm sip of tea.
that will become my favorite section, in retrospect. the part when you learned to call me "honey", honey. the part where I whispered and tickled your chin.
I
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seven things.
01.
you taste like honey and
you left the memory of rotten oranges
in my mouth.
i don't ever want to see you again.
02.
you bore me.
you are too busy playing games with people's hearts
and tossing them up in the air so you can let them crash down.
you are too busy plucking flowers and eyebrows,
running away from the boy you love and
fucking the guy you hate.
you are too busy screwing up people's minds
to be an interesting friend.
03.
the day we met started out like a car crash.
and you didn't make it any better.
i'll be carrying you on my back for a long time,
brown eyes red smile
sinner with your cherry lies.
04.
i thi
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full title: seven things to do before i die.
this is the longest poem i've written yet.
this is the longest poem i've written yet.
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i really quite like this.