| so through the abstract highs
and sweeping lows
both which conjure awful prose
I have not seen your imperfections, but they promote
softer voices of unchecked power
this toxic waste of raw emotion
you deserve to know
every palpitation of my soul
and my heart's over-flow
I'll smile when those days come
where you are absent from my every thought
no, I've no intention to forget
just a desire to remember
how every awkward moment
each stutter and pause
they draw your beauty
we are not perfect
and so we are perfect for each other |
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| (for taylore')
sometimes when the weather is perfect
and the timing is right
and a wonderful song is playing
i feel infinite.
like that one time
when we got sandwiches
and played in the fountain
and shared a milkshake
and ran around barefoot
and went home late
and watched music videos.
or the other time
when we shot fireworks
off of the boat dock
and ran from the police
when they came to investigate
the noise
because it was 2 am
and november.
do you remember-
do you remember when?
do you remember when we were both..
beautiful?
exquisite?
infinite.
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