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I don’t Photoshop my pictures
So I won’t edit my words
My hair is uncontrollable
Like my moods
The crinkled bills in my pockets
Seem to evaporate
Before I can count them
I drive with the windows up
To block the phantom kisses
Even my phone is a reminder
Of what I don’t have
Each buzz suffocating me further
Because I know it’s not you
It’s never you
It was our connection
But you aren’t there, tugging at the other end anymore
I wish my heart was as unbreakable as the diamond you gave me
Dalliance
Can’t wait to dip off
In my only sun hat
To go get lost
In foreign streets
To find myself
In a pizzeria
Where shredded mozzarella hangs like wisteria
French men in striped shirts will ask about me
I’ll flash them my pearls
Strong and gentle
The way life molded me to be
Temporarily unhinged from reality
Chasing down my woe with champagne
I heard French wine can heal a lonesome heart
In an Ideal World You Would Have Fought for Me
There is something tragic about being a hopeless romantic
Something tragic about seeing stars as they were forty years ago
Twinkling at us
As if they are really in the present
The night sky is full of
What once was
Stellar memories haunting us with their glow
Your olive eyes are coated in these stars
Lost Warrior
If you were to ask me what’s wrong
I wouldn’t complain
About my body hurting
Every part
Down to my bones
Instead I’d say how the clouds move too fast
For me to study the fluffs
You see, there was a warrior
I could always scope out
Drifting across the sky
And now I can’t find that
Brave shape shifting above
I can’t find her
Floating Debris
You think you’ve moved on
Like a bird taken flight
But I think of you more
Like a piece of debris
Broken and floating further and further away
Soon I won’t even be able to pull you back
You tell everyone that you’re okay
And you convinced your mind too
But your heart won’t listen
It won’t let you breathe
Without feeling a twinge
So you drink
Knowing the warmness from the liquor
Leaves you only more colder
Turning your hair blue with numbness
So you go to sleep drunk
Hoping the sheets will strangle you
But your eye lids still flutter apart each morning
And I wonder how the world looks through them
Does the light burn
Worse than the alcohol running down your throat?
The Mystery Of M 