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  • matchsticks_and_stanzas 13w

    painted names in spilled milk
    expired and see-through
    i read you once, straight, glass surface
    now porcelain shards dance among the curtains
    cascading rhythm, drowning hurt
    tears, not always but usually two
    your memory punctures my purpose

  • matchsticks_and_stanzas 26w

    guilty and ashamed
    another man spoke my name
    sweet like poison and sour like truth
    addictive like a drop left in a bottle
    a heartbeat with little choice but to push forward
    from warmth to cold
    time froze us over
    to think you were my heaven, I was your hell

  • matchsticks_and_stanzas 27w

    they say there’s less and less of herself each piece handcrafted she gives
    to wanton lovers with stolen mouths
    that kiss beyond her lips
    they say she’ll die alone, diagnosis-brokenness
    they say she’ll kill every last bastard that’s ever taken what wasn’t his

  • matchsticks_and_stanzas 27w

    they say she’s died a hundred times the crucible of love
    they say she’s angel and she’s demon she’s the wonderings in the above
    they say she can taste the ocean when she’s floating out at sea
    they say you can find your way in her heart if you could just be
    happy with the way she is the way she’ll always be free

  • matchsticks_and_stanzas 27w

    La Reina
    they say she speaks in numbers so words can’t do her wrong
    they say she’s the softest melody in any song
    they say she created the world in the breadth between her hips
    they say the moon and the stars speckle across her skin
    they say the sun doesn’t shine when La Reina is sad
    they say thunder is her mania when she’s gone mad

  • matchsticks_and_stanzas 27w

    We work so hard to prove our disinterest,
    But when does complacency film our predictions,
    And how can you see if your eyes are distracted...blind to tragedy, animosity, an eternity
    Of rinsing, repeating, neglecting the seams that you burst from,
    The dress of a child, overgrown,
    Never undone mentality like poison, infectious and tempting,
    Ignorance is bliss,
    But only when you’re holding the weapon

  • matchsticks_and_stanzas 30w

    I was supposed to be boarding a plane
    And you were supposed to be saying my name

  • matchsticks_and_stanzas 30w

    God help me,
    For I know not what I’ve done,
    My impatience is justice waiting for the moon and the sun
    My love is pouring,
    Straight poison from lips,
    Tainted with love,
    Like a tattoo inked completely
    Drying, solace in the blood

  • matchsticks_and_stanzas 30w

    Words half said, and twice more over,
    But is it really drunk texting if your halfway sober?
    Is it really play pretend if your life can’t stay covert?
    Can you really begin again if it’s not completely over?
    Will I ever let you go, a stray dog like clockwork?
    I mean diagonal movement is still someone’s forward...
    A soulmate once, twice, always, and forever as far as I’m concerned,
    Love is not blind it’s just completely backwards

  • matchsticks_and_stanzas 34w

    Music—breath of humanity...
    how powerful the sound,
    the rhythm, to be moved to action, to tears, to fear...
    let us listen and embrace the tenacity of tenor,
    anticipation of alto,
    rebel with the treble,
    and be moved with bass ...
    correlate crescendo with life’s
    innuendos
    inaudible cymbal crash...
    strength in numbers make us heard