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Teaspoons of soup
Teaspoons of soup and bloodstained sheets. It’s weird how beautifully ugly love can be. Its the check-ins and forgettings together, the caring but not too much I know that sounds unromantic. But, love bombing isn’t pleasant. I just want loving like a slow drawn out letter. Goodbyes that I have to time for and evenings…
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Rituals
We all have our ritualsMine just include something between my lips andSomeone on theMine just include my addictionsSubstances and peopleLife is too short to think of it as evilTo be scared of the easelDrugs feel like a break, and everyday is tiringDrugs make me feel like a painting, without evenTrying
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Men
I don’t get carried away by momentsJust by menAnd the feeling I get When Im thinking of themMoments are magicWhen I’m not aloneThis bedroom feels magicWhen its not my ownAnd when it is.
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Sober
I wonder what she would taste like without the alcoholIt’s those steps I haven’t taken yet that barricade the entranceWhat if I find everything less excitingPeople less enticingSex more tryingI wonder how I would lean in, if it wasn’t the sway that started meI wonder how i would act when I’m sick of actingI’m finding…
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Small adjustments and fixes
I have done everything I canTo make sure this is the room that feels rightI like situations to be perfectSmall adjustments and fixesIt’s not as easy when I’m not alonePeople dont like it when I tell them what to doThey aren’t figurines out of a comic bookWith bodies that I can manipulateSmall adjustments and fixesBut…
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Talk to me
I want all the unsaid things to be conversationsBut the words hurt to leave my lipsUnreadBut hoping my eyes say moreInsteadI sit here quietlyAloneDreaming all these memories in my headThat I didn’t haveWhy are words so much harsher than soundsI wish my ideas were out loudI wish my feelings could echoI wish myself could be…
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Taking it back already
I can never focusIm always speaking inside my headWhile doingSomething?The topics never relateIt’s always confusingBut when I’m trying to write…Silence, every word now feels forcedWhere did all those ideas go?I thought of so many opening lines and themes of things I wanted to sayBut in this space, so open and readyI feel shyMy head hurts,…
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Poetry by Taylor 