February 2012
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I am sitting next to him,
and the cinema is dark,
and the screen is bright.
There is fallen popcorn under my feet and
instead of watching the film,
I stare at the distance between my limbs and his-
the buzzing space between
our arms,
and the millimetres between
our shoulders
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It’s been two months since I last looked into your eyes and breathed in the smell of the navy t-shirt you always wear and tasted your lips and I’m lying in an empty bed, foetal position, and slowly, like the way you remember how a person looks when they smile, I remember I’ve forgotten to clean the kitchen and so I get up and I’m loading the dishwasher, bent over and sleepy...
cuethefire:
I have buried you every place I’ve...
uponswallows:
Too I am too little butter on too much bread I am too many thoughts in too little head. Tyler Knott Gregson
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The sides of her tongue tingle
too many frozen pineapple pieces in one afternoon
too many words left unsaid, melting away
like the smile off her face
like the laughter in her eyes and
the delirium inside her chest
