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she boasts a mane, after all, the right to call sun to center. white -petalled promises with up -roarious squalls of lovesme, lovesmenot. we’ve got her in our fists, given her too much power. spent hours hoping over flowered phrase, … Continue reading
.. This poem has fallen in and out of love with her -selves long before this sixth line. She’s daisy-chain tired and yet tried and true. She’s blue. And a particular shade of gray. She really really ……………….(really) wants to … Continue reading
stupid falling petals lie at her feet, tell her she’s unloved. .. In April, we poem. A lot.
He loves me ……(loves me not) and I am drawing petal after petal to prove it, remove it from my brain that he might love another. Also, please don’t step on the cracks; I’m afraid he might not come back. … Continue reading
Thy fingers make early flowers of all things. – E.E. Cummings .. listen, i’ll tell you a secret: He loves you. there is no knot, no tangled web of stemmed hate nonsense-talk that says we aren’t for each other. … Continue reading