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Foogle Aug 3
i want you
to rummage through my lunchbox
and take whatever
without asking

peel a mandarin;
stuff half in
your mouth.
take a chip,
and bite my pocky.
take all of my
konjac jelly.
catch the
hi-chew
flying mid air.

said you can provide for yourself
but i want to buy you ice cream
before you even think of wanting it

i want to know your
bubble tea order
off by heart

share straws
Foogle Aug 2
if love was to
unfold yourself
i am
a paper crane.

choose a side
of my identical halves.
fold my face in half
and then my tail;
leave it free.

take me away.
or ****** me
in your fingers.
fly me away.
or drop me
in puddles
of water.
give me away.
or keep me
suffocating
in your pocket.
Foogle Aug 2
your eyelids,
shielding your eyes
on a rainy day.

the lint
in your pants.

the guitar pick
you strum with.

the makeup
on your face.

the maths book
you draw all over.

the stickers
on your locker.
Foogle Jul 31
you strum the instrument
playing with my heart
we’re on the park bench
saying “i love yous”

the world melts into oblivion
between our summer

you
leave in the dead of night
with your spit on my lips

march comes and goes
like a heart throb
in may
i break it off
like ****** bread
biting my heart into pieces

crying on the carpet floor
for a whole month previous
and a whole month after

you play in the radio beat
and then you go on

ferris wheels
taunt the imagination
of my tap
running on too long

empty eyed
i think about our
“always”
and how
they’re always
a lie
Foogle Jul 31
colours around me
fish me up to the light
when i clawed myself
down this deep hole

i feel the sun
i feel the “after you”
i taste the glory
everything
i missed out on

i brea
th
i
brea
l
th

in and out

take my breath that you stole from my lungs
put it back in my rotting stomach
swallowing hard
you sleep
in a nightmare
piled in the
trash out the back

i keep stepping
in the place with no bridge
head up high up so tall
there’s nothing to see beneath

you become tv static
a pedestrian
at the streetlights
a name
recycled
Foogle Jul 31
eaten by a long hole
taken by a fire
or left as nothing at all
Foogle Jul 30
passion is the abstraction of the heart in your head
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