The breath in my cheeks makes my head light.
It throbs, and beats on my brain.
I don't let my breath go.

You walk four feet behind me.
Each is a new chance, to be softer.
The clicks run up my shins.
And I cringe; you noticed.

My feet walk themselves to your door.
My knuckles knock the knotted wood.
I open my mouth, to tell you.
You grab my tongue between your fingers.

My eyes grew flat and wet.
Watering your sneer.
I put my foot behind me.
And you kicked the back of my knee.

Bodies begging on the carpet.
I am down and devoted.
You stood over me,
Where we wanted me to

Warm in the blanket I made myself ( Read more... )

My lips dry and crack without yours to protect them ( Read more... )

Warm rhythms remind me of family.
Everyone says we look alike, and I like it, too.
We will see each other and miss.
We will see each other and hug.
And our arms are tight with lost love,
But full of future.
We sit together, and show our teeth.

The past is last week.
As final as facebook says,
We were once, not now.

Texts at 5 am.
I replied, only regret.
I gave all I could.

My health means nothing.
Take it out on my body.
I have nothing left.

Long nights in dark rooms.
We slept so well when we slept.
You kissed my cold nose.

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Entro el cuarto, cuando todo el mundo para hablando.
Nada pasa, solamente jugando hasta el llega.
Cuando todos los ojos me ponen.
Les despido cuando el llega.

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I smile, lips and teeth ( Read more... )