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 Sep 2016 Crimsyy
Diána Bósa
Your steps are taking
away from here just like the
arteries carry

the blood away from
the heart and now on you are
going to be not

miles but lives away
from me; dimensions ahead
hidden in your cloud fortress.
 Sep 2016 Crimsyy
nate k
surface
 Sep 2016 Crimsyy
nate k
head sways
from left to right
arms swinging
back and forth
walking traipsing
treading
the careful
surface of your
teacup filled with
the bitterest coffee
no sugar
no cream
no teaspoon
to save you from
falling
do
     w
         n
(c) nate k.  2014
 Sep 2016 Crimsyy
nate k
i wish to kiss her wrists
just like the blades once did;
replace those scars with wisps
of hope life once forbid
(c) nate k. 2014
for lucy.
 Sep 2016 Crimsyy
nate k
summer
 Sep 2016 Crimsyy
nate k
if     the    heat     is
giving     the      air
such humid kisses,
then    why     does
the   arctic   breeze
embrace   my  slim
bones   and   skin ?
(c) nate k. 2014
 Sep 2016 Crimsyy
nate k
still
 Sep 2016 Crimsyy
nate k
i've given
the
wrong people
the
right pieces
of me
(c) nate k. 2014
10 w.
 Sep 2016 Crimsyy
MST
Your smokes
 Sep 2016 Crimsyy
MST
Our love was like those cigarettes you smoked,
so hot it can put a hole in your heart,
the smoke fills our veins and we began to choke,
and the cigarette died before the fire could start.
 Sep 2016 Crimsyy
nate k
phoenix
 Sep 2016 Crimsyy
nate k
you lit up my
fragile heart
with
bursting vibrant
rubies through
your delicate
words
                           you spin me
                           around in a gentle
                           waltz, a secret dance
                           that only the
                           two of
                           us could
                           carry through
                                                           you charred my
                                                           skin where
                                                           your
                                                           fingers used to
                                                           touch, aching for
                                                           more flames
                                                                                                your cries are
                                                                                                the sound
                                                                                                of a forest
                                                                                                fire, searing
                                                                                                through my ears
                                                                                                all the way
                                                                                                into my
                                                                                                heart
© nate k. 2014
 Sep 2016 Crimsyy
nate k
vessel
 Sep 2016 Crimsyy
nate k
she held a
bundle
of tantrums against
her face
about a week
ago and it
was disguised
as strings of
sarcasm and wit,
when all she
ever felt was
ashes against
her cheeks, salt
in her eyes, and
a fire within
her heart,
burning
     burning
          burning
her soul
profoundly
within the depths
of her never-
ending
loneliness
(c) nate k. 2014
for the guitar-lessons girl.
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