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I remember how you promised
I wouldn't have to be strong anymore,
but darling, it feels like
if I'm not strong enough
the weight of this waiting
to let go of the sky
will turn me
not into diamonds
but into dust.
I wouldn't have to be strong anymore,
but darling, it feels like
if I'm not strong enough
the weight of this waiting
to let go of the sky
will turn me
not into diamonds
but into dust.
Literature
atlas
my subconscious is a continent, my bones
the aching tectonic plates of the earth
rubbing raw against yours. take me deep
into the technicolor canvas of your mind,
paint my body with the soft brush
of your lips. find all
my creases and crooks and pry me
open quietly, let my spine crack
open like an old book. take me
out to watch the stars
and we'll feel our worry melting
away. nothing is more clear
than breath swirling into fog, pink cheeks
and shy smiles.
Literature
Atlas Shrugged
Atlas shrugged
and you caught the Earth.
In the pause between breaths,
labored and pained,
you tried explaining
concepts of strength
while your bones creaked
and betrayed your bravado.
I will shoulder the world,
with you,
if you'd let me.
I've borne smaller globes
and understand the ache;
it's not to be carried alone.
And if I carry this with you,
perhaps we'd fall in step,
and roll this planet from your back
into orbit.
Literature
denial and uglier aftermath
i drink to you, raising my glass and
choking down the things you left,
ignoring my gag reflex and waiting
on the buzzing in my head, white cotton
lullabies for the weak of heart.
it kills me that we are just a
collection of vignettes, that soon
i might see your blossom fingers
and bleeding sunset smile but
only as a memory gone static with neglect;
this summer, i became a rebel. a
martyr in a child’s game, a vagrant
with boxes of dead poetry to call
a home, and when i asked you to want me,
it’s only so you’d take the sanity and consciousness
with you when you left. i miss
the days when personality disorders
were not gra
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