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teenage hearts clicking "SOS" like morse code over yardlines, lacrosse sticks and segregated locker rooms. with player pianos pounding out our theme song of flat notes and meloncholy tones in the background muted out by the water filling our lungs and the hair covering your eyes. I've got rain pouring from the holes in my walls soaking my sheets, fresh from the dryer. smeared with old very berry lipstick from when i used to dress up in vintage pearls and lace. but you're tracing peace signs o...

"Well, sure, Saturn devours youth, but what shape has Saturn for an old man who isn’t afraid anymore." I said to myself quietly, but, obviously and unintentionally, loud enough for others to hear. I’m still trying to figure out who this old man is, and what the hell she was talking about before she swaggered off shaking her hips, in an attempt to make me chase after her. I didn’t get up to go after her, like I normally would have. I’ve been sitting here poring over the last words she said to ...

I'm losing words to say because you're not here holding my hand as this pen rolls over this blank page scrawling simple lines of "she loves me, she loves me not" because i can't tell anymore. I'm not sure that when you go to sleep I'm the last thing you think of, or that when we're in each others arms you're not thinking of her. I'm losing words to say because you weren't there this morning to hit snooze so we could meld. I woke up on the first buzz and showered alone today. "are your hands d...

lips lingering while sea breeze eyes are left dreaming hoping. waiting. needing more, more than a few nights of entangled lover's legs, with hands being left to meander across lost landscapes of silken flesh and supple waves [receding with every sighed exhale] inhibitions- cast out, left unattended and abandoned. while you are [gasping] cherished by calloused hands, strange hands that aren't so strange anymore, because i have roamed these valleys and shores before, on late coffe fueled colleg...

this accident- forced. and this wreckage, is your handiwork. you slammed the brakes, and swerved, barely missing the picket fence. contradicting the term "accident" damage done with reason- what i saw was sheer determination. a battle of wills, between you and i. chicken, if you will, and you won. merely a preface to "i want the ring back" yet i watched you pull out of my driveway. not planning on seeing you again. but i won't cry for either victim: one- undeserving the other- saw it coming.