I want you

Dirty
In colors, smeared all over your face
Colors dusted on your clothes
I want you shaking off swamp waters
And dripping holy sweat
I want to line your face
From your eyes to your ears
In black kohl
I wanna put you where you belong
On a pedestal chair overlooking
Ripped scraps and banana peels
I wanna get down on my knees and worship you

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Emotional apathy

It’s not you. It’s how much I was into you. How I soaked in each layer of your skin
How I was blind
towards everything else
besides your face
That now comes in my nightmares sometimes
It scares me, this lack of care in your eyes
When to me, they were your most wonderful of features
I wanted to own them, own you
But there they were; never deceiving
Nor were they eager
They just always… were
As they still must be now
Whether you’re sleeping or awake
Somewhere

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Like a whiff of fresh air

They say you should “appreciate the finer things in life” like “enjoy the annoying company of people around you” or “don’t look at your phone while walking– look at the marvelous hoard of strangers in front of you” or “don’t put your headphones on when you’re outside, you should appreciate the beautiful screaming of people.” They say, “Don’t avoid people” but then again,
I see him coming through the revolving door with the familiar face of a lover, and like catching a whiff of fresh air,
I drop every worthless thing that I’m doing, and breathe.

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