Poetry

doll2 [v3]

I can't accept this ring from you because I don't want to imagine you love me.
I don't want to fall into the cycle of sleepless nights,
memorizing the imperfections on this small piece of metal and-
wondering where it last touched your skin.
Where I last touched your skin,
that dream which swallows this heart alive and-
holds it captive until rescued by truth-
that this will never happen.

doll2 [v2]

I can't accept this ring from you because I don't want to imagine you love me.
I don't want to fall into the cycle of sleepless nights,
memorizing the imperfections on this small piece of metal and-
wondering where it last touched your skin.
Where I last touched your skin,
that dream which swallows this heart alive and-
holds it captive until rescued by truth-
that this will never happen.

Doll2 [revised v1]

I can't accept this ring from you because I don't want to imagine you love me.
I don't want to fall into the cycle of sleepless nights,
memorizing the imperfections on this small piece of metal and-
wondering where it last touched your skin.
Where I last touched your skin,
that dream which swallows this heart alive and-
holds it captive until rescued by truth-
that this will never happen.

doll[last]

Tonight,
We held hands and I-
held my breath so as not to disturb that moment between us,
to savor the embrace I wish would last lifetimes.
Tomorrow,
I need to stop loving her,
I need to wake up and realize that what I put her through-
could be interpreted as psychological violence,
something I will spend the rest of my life fearing I create.
When I fell for her,
I tripped down three flights of stairs,
leaned a bit too far out top-story windows then wondered why she wasn't there when I hit the floor.
But really,

doll4

Girl, you are powerful
and power is nothing that can be taken away by the arrogant words of men who would never understand poetry
or that women face challenges,
struggles deeper then man could ever define or understand-
than I could ever define or understand.

Calculations

Our classrooms are battlefields for chalk stains
they- jump on the hands of calculus teachers with mental disabilities
who find math as something amazing
Who perform calculations like they were poems

We use the same chalk, and pencils, and pens
with expressions like I

For a friend, inspired by a doll

I've loved you
Since you first walked through the doors of this gentle heart and
Made me realize there was something beautiful in the world

I've loved you since your voice first rang in my ears-
echoing gently through the nights in my memories,
making me replay our first embraces and encounters and made me
want to be something perfect.

Doll2

I can't accept this ring from you because I don't want to imagine you love me.
I don't want to fall into the cycle of sleepless nights,
memorizing the imperfections on this small piece of metal and-
wondering where it last touched your skin.
Where I last touched your skin,
that desert which swallows my soul alive and-
holds it captive until rescued by the reality that this,
should never happen.
That there is more to this world than these grains of sand and
though every atom should be worshiped,

I've always wanted to be perfect for her

Sometimes I feel like I'm 20 wearing 45
Waiting to have a mid life crisis so that maybe I can stop doing what I'm good at and
do what I love
do what I need to make me happy
change myself before even considering the world.

Unknown JST Girl

Her body- is a stopwatch,
She uses what she has to hypnotize the eyes of fraternity brothers who
never see to the girl hidden inside her.
I- am hypnotized.
A victim caught in the crossfire of two main-stream stereotypes I refuse to be:
1. Women, wearing v-necks that don't leave much to imagination and
2. Men, tracing v-necks that don't leave much to imagination

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