No one desires to witness these outbursts,
coffee grounds staining palms as love...

Stop writing poems after your eyes swim
in him. You can't keep living like this, sinking...

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why do i feel the need to confess my memories to...

Be my/ spark.
Entrust me with your soul, trade me matches...

Before:
You're all I think about. These feelings didn't...

She stormed through a coffee-less life;
a soul yearns for caffeinated dreams...

I need to be more grateful; mother already
comments that I complain about the mundane...

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honestly? i think about you at least 72% of the...

I miss you like this is all there is - the desire...
Every morning, I want to say everything to you...

"I wanna be yours."
You're not at the other end of the receiver...

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lipstick, haloed scars, dislocated wishes...

I remove all of the excess in your life,
the heavy weights of trying to balance...