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November 10, 2015

Coming Home

Your weapon was dipped in heartache and a cancelled future before you thrust it through my chest
I’d love to tell you how fine I’m doing, but even more I’d love to hold you again
Here we are at week 8, still bound to the burden of what may have sustained
Here you are—struggling to disregard our potential

April 24, 2015

Lenses of Euphoria

I remember those years of inadequacy
So content with our new world yet so discontent with our skins
I remember punching those green-gray lenses from the movie theatre glasses and cloaking our wrists with colorful bands as confirmation of our status
I remember throwing our hands up to Taio Cruz, so certain we had the answers,

February 14, 2013

To Burn a Book

There’s more than one way to Burn a Book,
Just tear the cover and Light a Match,
Or rip the words out One by One,
Burn the pages with Red Pen,