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Just Excuses

“If it weren’t for the bravery induced by liquor,” she takes another swig “would have I had the courage to tell you how I feel?” amusement bounces in her eyes. 

“Honestly? You wouldn’t be able to tell me anything without drinking. You’re too caught up in your world. Careful with everything. Even drunk, you never miss a beat. And, all these?” I gesture to the empty bottles and unopened ones. “Are just excuses.”

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Just complaining

I hate when I have so much time on my hands. I really thought we were going to spend most days together but with your workplace creating a new timezone for you, I’m left with no choice but to rot in boredom. What’s worse, home isn’t really a conducive place to write, I have no workspace to convey art and I just remembered I don’t hang with my old friends because well, they’re crustaceans with crustacean brains.

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You are


to be tame;


their definition of beauty

and you follow, for you do not know any better

But there will always be cracks

Roots that defy the pot where they have planted you

and arms that bend to your whim

Yet they cut you down still

and you believe them again  

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The Return

I feel so out of place‚ so out of sync in this city I grew up in.
The people I knew‚ mere faces I recognize but don’t know
only after-tastes of something delicious of which the original flavor has been lost in the belly of my person

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There was always this pull towards you
like when the ocean rises on a moon full.
A sensation that tingles every time you were in my radar;
the subtle warning that I could plummet at any moment –
if only I hadn’t resisted so long

But then I caved.,

And in letting gravity sweep me off my feet,
taking a trip to the galaxy and round-a-bout the stars
I landed on your open heart-step
with a ticket that says “Admit one,”

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He has this look that says he wants to give you the world and
everything in it
to place it on the palm of your hand‚

And he tries to accomplish this everyday
with little trinkets he either bought or made;
hoping to win your approval

But‚ I tell you‚ it’s not the gifts you should be happy about –
though there’ll be a lot

It’s that look that is priceless