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Less Provocative terms

April 29, 2022
By valentinealeigh GOLD, Royal Oak, Michigan
valentinealeigh GOLD, Royal Oak, Michigan
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Loneliness becomes mundane after time, there’s no romanticizing this anymore

The ever imposing downward spiral creeps up on you

It’s the empty space between you and whoever you just slept with

You hardly know them

It’s the sharp flicker of a dying lighter

I just bought this sh*t

It’s the hardness of cold pavement under bare shoulders downtown

Put a shirt on, kid

Hey big moon, you’re looking a lot like the darkness of my pupils tonight


Leaves will fall in the backyard a few weeks from now, and my mind will stir as I drift to sleep

All the bodies, poems, smiles, laughs, songs and pleasure

You should hear when you’re not around, when it’s just us and our poems to let the heat out

Smoke me out until I’m all used up

The night sky is sticky and tastes so sweet

Her hands are rough and sour

Your face and your eyes are screaming with all the things you want to say but aren’t sober enough to


Now were pressed against your bedroom door

I’m kissing the visions from your eyes

F*ck, here we go again

Smoke me out

Whisper to your bathroom mirror for it all to be nothing more than a regretful dream

My melancholy is sickening, twisting the lining of my stomach

Don’t mistake an ache for butterflies

Don’t mistake warmth for sunshine

Hey new moon, you’re looking a lot like my moods recently


The author's comments:

our bodies are warped and bent


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