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cut time.

time
relentlessly
cuts me:
stop.
back.
end.

play it
again
or make it
stop.

do it
over
or turn
it back.

keep me up;
up
or make it
end.

i want
for one thing
only:
stop time
for us,
take us back,
or make it
end.

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bed.

kitten kisses
and fluffy
warmth.

each week
is a countdown:
one of seven
two of seven
three of seven
four of seven
five of seven
…weekend.

bed.
warmth.
silence
but for the
mewing
of my
cosy friend
who wants
for nothing
but kitten kisses
and fluffy warmth.


trademark.

that was a hard
thing to do.
like always,
this paradox
of wanting
something
so badly
that in the end,
i don’t want
it at all.
the loss when
it is over
is not as deep
as i used to feel.

the surprise
is your trademark –
it happens now,
or not at all –
and i always
wonder
if part of you
hopes to miss
the chance
for complexity.
like the forlorn
longing is worth more
than confused frustration.


force ii.

sometimes,
she forces herself
to laugh,
even when nothing
is funny;
because it makes
it seem
like it could be.

sometimes,
she forces herself
to eat,
even when everything
is tasteless;
because it makes
it seem
like it could be.

sometimes,
she forces herself
to let him,
even when nothing
feels right;
because it makes
it seem
like it could be.

sometimes,
she forces herself
to endure,
even when everything
goes numb;
because it makes
it seem
like it could be.


222.

like cricket,
except more
like golf.

is it okay
to hold
you up?

i see
your face
so vividly.

is it okay
to draw
my inspiration?

i see
it everywhere.
i see you.


emancipation.

i mean, don’t
quote me on it.
i’ll never
trust that
it is the real thing.

i couldn’t
tell you
what the signs are.
i just couldn’t
tell you.

i mean, don’t
quote me on it.
but i’ll never
forget the pain
or the nausea.

i couldn’t
tell you
what the signs are.
i just couldn’t
tell you.


life love.

you only get
one chance
for my tears.
he taught
me that
and i won’t
forget.

it’s too bad
you didn’t
meet me
when i was weak.
it’s too bad
you won’t
see me, again.

the story
of my life:
i will always
love you,
but one
of us
will leave.


too.

i missed you
for a moment
too long.
and my eyes
stung
with grief.

i kissed you
for a moment
too long.
and my lips
stung
with your words.

i loved you
every moment.
perhaps it was too long.
because now my heart
is torn
and broken.


go.

capitulating
devastating,
raw, feeble
plans of captivation.
humour and spirals
of madness
seek your eyes
and your fingertips.
drive with me
watch their
glistening eyes
twinkle with insanity.
try me
try me
try me.
your lust is my loss.


reminder.

i have to
remind myself;
he’s not you.
and it is
both good
and bad;
like that photo.

maybe one day,
my skin
will be clear,
and your head
will be clear,
and you can take
my photo.