Poems from writetheimprint
I built dreams for you but they are now haunted abandoned buildings. I call them nightmares of the forgotten.
You can find me holding the world without hands.
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There is a darkroom
behind your eyelids.
Where everything develops.
You bring out the best in me.
There’s a light in you.
that even...
Maybe in death, when we are no longer casket sharp, our skeletons will expose themselves.
No longer dressed in eloquent words or bowties...
Waltz with a tornado and be swept off your feet. A natural disaster for dancing, he cannot lead. So destruction is sure to follow him....
Paint
my insides
pretty.
My ugly parts
are found objects.
Arrange me
so that I make sense.
I don’t wan to be seen
as a collage.
Or...
I can search the world
but never would I unearth
a woman like you.