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the heart's flawed tape.I think we were in love with the dream,
not the present reality.
I've lost the ability to forgive,
which hurts more than failing to believe.
Yet, the mind cannot wait for eternities like the heart does.
It grows tired and bored, with synapses waiting for sparks
and dendrites to flex.
But no matter how many times the heart rewinds its tape,
replaying the same memories in continuous loops,
isolating intricate interactions and intimacies,
zooming in with the obsessive viewfinder,
blowing up images and frames until gradients blur
and distortions, contortions, deformations flow unite
the ending is still the same.
the heart, still yearns for closure
to make sense of all the torn segments
of memories and falsehoods.
the mind drags it, kicking and screaming,
making it focus
on what's in front of them.
Your NameI wish I knew your name.
The taste of it
Upon my lips.
The sound of it
On my breath.
The feel of it
In my skin.
I wish I knew your name.
Could hold onto it
Savor its warmth.
Could shout it up
Into the skies.
Could sleep with it
Safe in my arms.
I wish I knew your name.
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
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