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 CONTENT

AND I LOVED HIM - p.1

feeling: UNDECIDED - p.1

rejection of the virtual self - p.2

tranquility - p.3

you're making too much noise - p.4

ode to the self - p.5

unconventional love - p.6

ego talk - p.7

good as gone - p.8

transparent - p.9

i can't let you in (again) - p.9

 AND I LOVED HIM

FEELING: UNDECIDED
light pours in through

the window you would

light on your own
insist
the station is closed now
that we must shut
that you have found this

even in the summer

& it annoyed me
even if you need to

& this will not be

so damn much
so much for all

you stole the blanket too

you know those who live
in winter

& I would shiver

in London

& the best but

sitting up
sitting down

staying there watching

staying in touch with her
you dream
wife
wondering how I were this
wondering whether you
lucky
could help the other

this bed feels far too

this morning I didn’t feel
empty

& the days just aren't

well

& the rest of us are back

alright
I hope she isn’t too much
I can't open the window
but I guess I have to change
still

but I sit there on the

looking at the end of next
windowsill
hoping for a moment

looking out into the night

& I don’t want you
hoping you will be okay
for a moment

& longing for that day

where you can stay

for a rewrite

where you would stay

A major one who

issues that

people

or something else

that is extra

extra indepentent.

the internet

pull down

as soon as

your friends can

help.

Rejection of the virtual self

 YOU’RE MAKING TOO MUCH NOISE

people again leaving shot glasses in days

staring down at me & watching.

just a regular visit,

paintbrush & I,
by the time & when you can see.

again (though, so)

because I’ve honestly had enough.

you know, what we have

don’t reply to all

small business with

shallow water.

I’d like to ask you to let

a couple days of my life

that you’re well aware of the situation.

UNconventional love

i am proud

felt disheartened but only just

taking care and having a

breakdown

behind you

i love

with the piece of my window

get well as a social network

on the way back home

and this

a level of the time and space

 EGO TALK

Time paused then,

& not a moment too

soon

for if it had waited a

fraction

that heart may have

ceased

Thought circled in pools

among silence with each

drop a differing taste

That last one was sweet

with a bitter kick;

A surfaced flower switching

to stone

I demanded gold.

Guess the ego talked

 GOOD AS GONE

Time is going,

& I don’t want you anymore

for a while now we are less

that I thought it better

Thought of you having

among our recent events

drop me an excuse

That I won’t be back

with the intention of providing

a major win for us

I love it.

guess what I’ve done?

 TRANSPARENT

in traces I breathe you in

& learn to savour the

taste

of this peculiar

sensation

bold synonym for

oxygen

if stars were to touch

ground

it would probably feel

like this

but as rain drops onto

flowers

opaque crumbled

I CAN’T LET YOU IN (AGAIN)

in the morning & evening
of tomorrow

& the rest of the piece

of the time & effort

bold enough for my

head

if another poem inspires a

song

it would make me feel

more me

but I still get anxious

about it

opaque for you