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Remember the first time,
July 4th,
Six years back,
Now I don't feel like,
You realize you hurt me,
Aight,
Pretend we wouldn't fight,
If we got back together,
Sorry Heather,
I gotta think of our kids,
Think of how I'm gonna make it,
In the biz,
Wonder why I didn't,
Ever hit you up,
Shit,
Maybe it's because you never got it,
Never got my religion,
Nor my perspective,
Don't worry I don't hate you Heather,
Just won't get me,
You turned my friends against me,
Hacked my accounts,
Never gave back my possessions,
How am I supposed to feel,
Other than the fact we're over,
Told me you sold the ring,
Let your dad say I had no right to be a dad,
Wow,
Maybe Now,
You'll feel the regrets,
For what you did.
July 4th,
Six years back,
Now I don't feel like,
You realize you hurt me,
Aight,
Pretend we wouldn't fight,
If we got back together,
Sorry Heather,
I gotta think of our kids,
Think of how I'm gonna make it,
In the biz,
Wonder why I didn't,
Ever hit you up,
Shit,
Maybe it's because you never got it,
Never got my religion,
Nor my perspective,
Don't worry I don't hate you Heather,
Just won't get me,
You turned my friends against me,
Hacked my accounts,
Never gave back my possessions,
How am I supposed to feel,
Other than the fact we're over,
Told me you sold the ring,
Let your dad say I had no right to be a dad,
Wow,
Maybe Now,
You'll feel the regrets,
For what you did.
Literature
quarter past midnight
The nascence of fall whispers
Quietly behind my ears -
The ripple of a full golden moon
Over thick, inky waves.
The last storm of summer left
Gaping darkness in the glass city,
Contorted boughs etched against
A disconcertingly wide sky.
Months of transition.
Anesthesia.
The knowledge that one day
That there will be one
Empty bed in the house
(please have mercy
please).
Drowning out the fear in soundwaves late at night.
Tearing lives apart with my bare hands
(Blood swirling open like petals;
I'm so sorry).
Crippling self hate and doubt.
Running from the ones I should love
(the southern stars offer consolation; outside,
the milky way arc
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2013 Nostalgia
To establish a setting, the year is 2013. The first of June. A Saturday, around 8 pm. The humid air folds itself around me like one would fold an origami bird (except not as crisp or as delicately.)
I think of the way everything disappears into the blue light at twilight, no longer painted gold. I think of the majestic poplars, towering so high yet shuddering in the breeze and casting peculiar shadows across the foreign ground. I think how, in my writing, I would like to capture the dewy smell of moist leaves and the sound of woodpeckers drilling pitch black beaks into rotted trees.
I romanticize it all.
In truth, a mosquito struggles thro
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