it’s been a while that I haven’t seen
hot tasteless chai in green-lined cups
it’s been a while that I haven’t been
in sweet journeys with love lyric flux

it’s been a while that I haven’t walked
empty streets with only the sunlight dancing on us
it’s been a while that I haven’t touched
your teary laughing eyes in the dusk

it’s been a while that I haven’t written
and my words cuddle in layers of clothes

it’s been a while that I haven’t been
too close
and froze
and posed
my hands on my face
and smile too much.

it’s been a while
And that while’s Too Much.

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Wrapped in covers of black
two young best friends
held cigarettes in their hands

discussed their loss of muse

unfolded the pitfalls of
building homes in people

and gave each other
the idea of crying.

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A caged bird sings always
While a free one, seldom
Nature, the common abode
Enjoys both.

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the birds are chirping
there’s faint traffic bustle
and little hint of rain
in the loop of serenity
a beam of light throws in
making its way
through the curtains
the fan is given rest
the door’s ajar
lethargy hovers
and it feels okay
to gaze into the plain walls
sans thoughts or worries
and it feels okay
to lie like a cocoon
in the middle of the bed
awake and alive
well it feels okay
like an october evening
in the middle of a July day

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Nobody is ready to believe that we parted.
That was our power even while we fought
Nobody is still able to receive that we won’t unite
That is the power we still have
Perhaps reposed in our poetries

Now we don’t fight
At all
We met in words
Lets wait and see if the verses have the strength to carry us in
their niche.

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My notes are full
Including the trash
And so is my heart
Brave, bitter, and abash.

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What decisions?
Fuck decisions
If they leave you
Mourning like a widow
Alone.

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That night
She cried the loudest
Making no sound, at all.

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She’s a wave.
A terrible one.

A crest one day,
full of high spirits,
energy tectonic.

A trough another day,
dull and calm,
Recluse,
glum,
And,
the word for a calm exterior that hides a turbulent mind.

She’s been a wave when all she wanted was to be clean, nonsaline water.

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Under the kohl lie 100 stories.
You do not know all of them.

Also, not all of them are about you.

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