

oh brandon boydOh, Brandon Boydoh brandon boyd
I trace my fingers along the ripples Of your perfect stomach I kiss your paper lips Taste the music on your breath
I see your picture, I smell your skin on the empty pillow next to mine
I fall asleep to the sound of your lyrics But its never time for good night Brandon Boyd, I’m always dreaming of you
When I wake up You blow me kisses through the mirror Sing to me while I brush my hair Roll your eyes as I paint my eyelids
The day begins But it’s never time to say goodbye You tickle my ribs &


The boy next doorThe Boy Next DoorThe boy next door
He can see your world through his window share the same perfect view of your neighbor’s bedroom But you never notice he’s there
He spends his evenings falling in love with you
your apple white shoulders Listening to you sing along to your favorite song (You’re not the only one
who knows all the words)
He leaves roses on your doorstep Love your secret admirer
You are his everything
Yet to you He’s nothing but The boy next door
Who knows you
better than you know yo


happy birthday to meHappy birthday to mehappy birthday to me
a cigarette dangled out the open window
smoke halos met the sky with deep echoes of
"the birthday girl is here"
our high heels made music against the tile floor
as we entered the familiar kitchen
a drowning of ‘happy birthdays'
floated through the crowded house
I ran my fingers across scrawled signatures on a creased birthday card to: Jen the biggest party in the history of Mike's house
love: Braylynn and Mike
but, tonight was more than a birthday party
tonight, under fogs of thick drunken slurs &


missing pieces of winterMissing pieces of wintermissing pieces of winter
He said “It’s not me, it’s you”
(She knew what he wanted to say)
His shallow breaths collided with snowflakes As he inhaled and exhaled clouds of winter
They walked down the frosted sidewalk With their hands warm in their pockets Hands that used to fit together like a puzzle They both searched for the missing piece
They walked over silhouettes of snow angels
In front yards forgotten under layers of snow This was always their favorite season
“Winter dies the same way every spring” Their love began w
mmmhmmm hey
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God's Teeth
please
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Because I'm softer than a thrift store sweater and twice as worn in
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Like crystalised tears that fall on my pillow
♥ s u g a r p o r c e l a i n
m y p o e t r y | ~lemonlust
Woot!
... oh and your art is cool too!
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death to me would set me free
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