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napowrimoapril 1stnapowrimo by ~ohsparrowsong
i just sat there
words lodged in my throat
eyes burning with tears that
i wasn't going to let escape
while you broke
into pieces i couldn't fix.
april 2nd
you gave me stained fingertips
the same colour as your belly.
i still dont know if its from
your poorly rolled mentol's
or if its the colour of
the deepest regret
i've ever felt.
april 3rd.
i tried to write this poetically.
with oceans and stars
and metaphors
so large i lose
connection.
but i can't
some things just
aren't poetic.
april 4th.
you're body was
black and blue
but oh god
there was colour.
there was colour.
and colour means life.
right?
even if its clinging on
by its
fingernails.
april 5th.
i think i've broken
in half
two clean
separate parts
one determined to love.
the other begging to die.
april 6th.
'you're not in this alone'
yes.
yes i fucking am.
now go away.
april 7th.
can i please just
curl up
and cry this
all out
let it soak into
the sheets
and even if i
have to burn
everything
i will
cause i want this gon
003its easier to say003 by ~ohsparrowsong
"i'm fine, just tired"
than explain the water rising
when really they just asked out of politeness
and don't -actually- care.
I hope you are reading thisthe person I love loves music much too muchI hope you are reading this by *0hgravity
and the person I love loves that I love the quiet and easy days
loves that I like to stay up late (or early) till the birds sing of morning and
the person I love loves that I love to hold hands and hold a body but only when I know them fully
and the person I love loves listening to my songs and listening to my voice and to my poetry and stories
the person I love has songs to share too and a voice that melts my heart and words that mold it back into something nostalgia old and inspired new
and the person I love loves to look around and take it in once in a while and wonders why we can’t just run away to a secluded place in the forest with a cabin that harbors all of our needs, keeps you and me in a space apart where it rains when we’re sad because we would always be sad together and where the sun is warm on our skin when we are smiling together and laughing together because I made a spectacular pun out of seemingly nothing sp
HazeI am heavy,Haze by *RiseandBe
like gravity grew stronger.
My chest is warm and my throat,
my throat is thick.
Merlot swirls, slips-
this glass is not big enough for my
Robert Mondavi dreams of
the fine life art forms that
form in my J. Lohr sleep.
Cabernet kisses on wine-tinted
teeth - we are dizzy lovers and
we don't mind.
2010 was a good year in
California.
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