You bleed the writing out of me and it starts to
glimmer like sparkling rubies
or dry like wilted roses
there is nothing left to say
when your love is as warming
as the chilling sleet falling on
our arms in the winter

i look to my left and
you are not there
i look to the places we were and
you are not there
i walk in places we’ve been and
you are not there

This is love!
Fits like a glove,
You’ve always been near—
I guess I’m just filled with fear.

This is love!
It’s all of this, you are.
Might not be what I had dreamt of,
But we can just drive away in a fast car.

This is love!
My band on your hand,
Your smile fits me like a glove,
Love is you—my partner, my friend.

Can’t shut my eyes
Can’t miss a sound
Even if it’s lies
I want to hear it—I found

I catch titles, labels
Can’t stand that
My head is wired with cables
But I feel like an acrobat

Balancing between
Either being unheard
Or unseen
"Politics" is just a word

But it makes me grasp for air
Whenever I hear it voiced
Perceive it as if I am not there
Yearning to belong and be rejoiced

Nevertheless, I pay attention
To all the names and surnames
I feel a tension
My brain’s on fire, I can’t calm the flames

Cannot be done.
Absent those two d e v i c e s,
We wither die

I present you a poem
with no and(s) or the(s)

hear your mind going
but, but, but....

END

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She’s gone.

She’s gone
She’s gone
She’s gone
She’s gone
She’s gone
SHE’S GONE

And I can’t do a ****** thing