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make her go away
please, Lord,
make her go away
i don't want the green-tinted memories.
i don't want the ones where we walk in sunshine-coated fields and she tells me terrible things.
i don't want the ones where she tells me in the dark september night that i'll come back.
i don't want the ones where she stands over me while i play at sleep.
i don't want the ones where she sits across from me in her kitchen and stares.
i don't want the ones where we laugh and we cry and we pretend.
i don't want these memories anymore. i don't want them.
please make her go away.
Eternal Flame
I have been drinking
gasoline my entire life…
unknowingly, maybe.
I have felt warmness
in people, places, activities.
Sometimes the warmth
felt comfortable,
as if I was settling
in a life that I could find
pleasant, yet regretfully
looking into myself
for fulfillment.
Then there was you-
a firecracker,
a match,
a flame that touched
my mouth
under stars burning
shared stories.
With remnants
of the fuel on my lips,
you set my body ablaze.