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I was never more lost then when our

lips found one another,

never more wrong then when you

gave me something you shouldn't have,

looking for somewhere to store your blame

and me, to willing to hold it for you,

but I read all your letters in the braille of

your goosebumps , heard your secrets

in your breath on my neck, and felt

your regrets in the bristle of your legs.

I know that I am only a two stop town
in a world full of cities

And that my heart is full of roadblocked
one way streets,

But I know how the sun feels in it's
love affair with Pluto. Longing,

Barely reaching the surface, but still reaching,
providing no warmth but still shining.
Baby, I know how the sun feels,
always seeing the bright sides
and never seeing the shadows.

And the sun knows that it's uncontrollable,
claiming burn victims as it fuels it's
affections. Destroying habitable
atmospheres and not being able to help it.

The thing about leaving small towns
is that everyone knows you left.

Everyone still remembers the time you
rolled your car dodging that dog
that's always digging out trash
and everyone still remembers that trip
that changed your life and the
story that you don't tell anyone.

The thing about leaving small towns
is that everyone comes back.

Baby there are so many words

I'd love to say, words that you'd

never hear without first hearing

my silence.

There are things I'd love to show you;

things you could already paint down

on canvas but never through

my eyes.

There was one night when you were

floating off to bliss and I was trapped

in the irony that you'd painted my toes

blood red.

It never got lost on me that

I gave you the key to the city

for burning down

city hall.

I know you have more flight than

a gander of geese and I have

more foundation than the

capitol city

and mostly I know that I'm just

the small town you couldn't wait

to leave, regardless of the lights calling

you home.

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Every time you feed me the question that
I'm hungry for, I find my mouth full, chewing.

How do I tell you what's on my mind
when I've already watched this crash course
ending a hundred times and I still turn the ignition?

Baby, I'm not huffing and puffing
that's just me shoving air between my
heart and my nerves; that's just my
lungs damning my heart for this beating.

And I'm not saying anyone has fault,
because it's hard to fault emotions,
it's hard to fault drunken second guesses
when fingertips do all the thinking and
lips are too busy with kissing, for talking.

I say we are the same and you say,
"No, that you let people in and don't let them
know, but I let them know, but not it,'
but baby, nobody knows anything.

We only feel

And when I feel that wall at the
ending for the 101st time I wonder
what it is that you feel, because sometimes
not trusting feels so much like trusting,
because sometimes regret feels like desire
and sometimes closing down feels like

opening up.

A wise woman once said to me,
"It just sounds like you're just
afraid to commit, not to her, or a woman,
man, you're afraid of life."

I wonder if people consider Earth a woman because she's so good
at being built on, walked on, taken advantage of

And I wonder if people consider Time a man because he's so good
at healing, at taking, at never giving a seconds thought.

I know that sometimes it rains when your rivers are already full
Rushing your riverbeds away, water never means to undermine you.
Water is just looking for a place to go, a current to follow, a cave to fill;

But wouldn't you rather be over-saturated than dry and cracked dehydrated?
Wouldn't you rather be the sustenance instead of being pawed, exfoliated
by a desperate wildebeest? But we are not nature depicted,

And then again, we are.

I don't apologize for the way a hummingbird finds his nectar,
long bill fishing between the petals, thirsty, because
we did that. We threw the line into the pond and the
fish were plenty and I do not apologize.

So, saw an "ex" fucking in a parking lot. Didn't know whether to be sad, angry, or disappointed. Turns out I was all three. Suhweet.


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