A poem.

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You don’t want vacant days
you don’t want to fall in love on vacant days
no really, you really don’t

This is what happens:
you sit around
as a dense, black fog of thought
engulfs you
strangles you
suffocates you
she’s all you can think about

while she’s out there



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I’d like to be back in the front seat
with you and Michael Kors
and all the things we shouldn’t do
but we did

this feeling represents an addiction to those moments
and depression when they’re gone

Your face looks different
when its only inches from mine
‘don’t waste my time’



A Poem

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I watch the world keep spinning
alarm clocks — that bugging chime
with poetry, I’m winning
it’s 24 degrees on melancholic Sundays

What’s most troublesome?
that slow fertility decline
a microwave meal for one
but no more wispy warm sunshine

Pressure, and ladder-strewn rat races
twenty-seven going under
tempts me to different…