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i live in fear of talking on the phone.

but anyone who's reading this can text me whenever.

your smile is made

of sunlight and peach,

and your eyes are a

cobalt christmas,

loose love like cold satin

beneath your lashes.

i want you to grab my hand

like you grab that pen,

with sweetness and

crystal intensity.

wade in granite fountains

with me

and pennies that sparkle

in the moonlight.

turn the starry city night water

into liquid diamond love.

into liquid diamond love with

the way your eyes hold mine.

i don't want to get out

of this icy-skies fairy tale.

the static sound that pushed

and pushed me

until i drowned in the white pools

of noise.

i couldn't lift

my eyes after blinking

because my eyelids were so heavy

with tears that kissed

my cheeks for you.

gumdrop gauze,

hot light diamonds,

blue ice love eyes...

i want it back.

you back.

i want to live

on the Island of the Honest Man

I can smell the starlight,

and the rain beads in my hair

as the hot light falls.

your ice-love melts

in my throat,

and it tastes like rose

and peach

and salty caramelle tears.

the snowflakes floated

from my frost-bitten lashes,

and i was blinded by the white cold.

the pink clouds chased me by the light

of my lemon tights

and my storm cloud sneakers

that i kicked towards

the blood-orange sunset.

the shimmering origami love

folded between us

and time was caught

and stopped

by the pink gossamer corners,

and then there was only 

your amber-jade eyes.

i lost myself

an infinite number

of forevers ago.

you found me,

pretending to be someone

like you,

and you found me.

you taught me how

to spin pain

and love

and beauty

into words,

because i could.

but when you let me go,

i wasn't lost again.

i was gone,

because the idea of you

was all i had become.

pandora.com

is the love of my life
the love of my life FOREVER
there's a bunch of music not in their database-type-thing though, which sucks, so all the stuff you say you like has to be at least semi-mainstream, but whatever...
it's still my passion and joy and beyondddd

i'm always waiting

for my break-down
for my freak-out
for my shut-off.
one day
one thing
will push me
just
hard
enough,
and something will happen.
the cork will fly off,
and fizz will fill
everyone's eyes,
and i will be all
they can see.

awake, panting

salty and damp,
dreaming of plane crashes
and word bombs of hate.
missing what
was once resented.
guilt isn't the new black.
but the old black's back,
and with a vengeance.
the hardest thing to admit
is how empty
those 'i love you's were.
the hardest thing to want
is to fill them with a fire
that has long since
iced over.

Yes We Can.

For the first time, I believe in America.

nothing hurt more

than the way your
lips twitched down
when i said
I Love You.
i had expected a light
to appear, in your eyes.
i had expected you
to kiss me on that
dirty sidewalk,
next to the baseball diamond,
to kiss me
with your rain-soaked mouth.
i knew that salt
would drown my cheeks
and burn my skin,
but i wanted rose flames,
not hot acid.
i felt not petals
but needles
when you reached out
to touch my face.
i bit my lip and waited to numb
as you raised your left hand
and took all of me with you,
into a smoky blur of yellow.

it's as if

you bathe
in sparkles.
i can feel your
breath on my cheek,
while Seattle whispers
in my ear,
and rivers of ink
wash me through
the steel clouds.
i was blinded by
the city lights,
and i ran through fountains
thinking of you.
am i allowed
to miss you?