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I love how different we are
How like stars we are
Complex with similar elements to let us know we all belong to the same existence
Walking around I take note of the differences and I acknowledge the spectrum
Taking note that we’re starting to realize that life isn’t so binary
Life isn’t So black and white
Life isn’t So wrong and right
Understanding that life is like a romance novel where you go back and read your favorite chapters
Where you remember the laughter
and the conversations and contemplation
The ones that made you a better observer.
A better listener
A better lover
A better friend
Someone who lives and breathes with compassion.

Her: Fade

Her: Fade

Every time you spoke my heart grew softer.
I sat in close proximity to you.
Pretending like the wounds you caused had healed.
Like I didn’t lay awake at night picking at the scabs left by your venom.
The night went on and I smiled through the plexiglass.
Glancing over towards you hoping that we would make eye contact and that you would mouth the words telling me you were sorry.
Instead I jumped through flaming hoops with absolute precision.
Laughed and conversed more than I usually do so you wouldn’t see how much your presence affected me.

For a moment I suggested to myself that I would ask if we could talk outside.
The embarrassment I already felt from how distant we were crippled any intiative that I had.
So I sat there; eating, talking, and laughing like my world hadn’t turned grey when I heard your name uttered when you arrived.
I should have left when you got there.
Made an excuse to leave.
But I stayed, wanting to speak with you again like we use to.
Felt an ache that I hadn’t felt in a long time.
Lightning stretched itself across the left side of my ribcage when you left.
And then all the pressure I felt faded away.
Just as you did.



Your head on my chest, I remember when you called me the best.

Me running my fingers through what’s left of our relationship.

Combing through the catacombs where we keep our secrets.

We don’t want to keep secrets, but we were never committed.

No advice is given to the other about what job isn’t worth having.

Graduated with honors, but never got the diploma.

Hoping they will mail it to you some day.

Until then, I’ll grade you on your effort.

It doesn’t take much effort to keep me around.

Send me a picture on Hangouts to let me know you’re still alive.

I visit your tribe to prescribe the remedy for your cancer.

I’ve had it all along, but wouldn’t give it to you unless you asked for it.

I’m selfish like your ex.

No, I’m selfish, because you miss your ex.

My footsteps in your apartment remind you of him.

I’m paying for his mistakes.

I hope you accept bitcoins, because our love isn’t tangible.

We meant it when we touched, we didn’t mean it when we kissed.

‘So Many Dynamos’ speaks to me on so many levels.

I don’t think anyone ever regretted going snorkling.

Your shallow waters was enough to get my feet wet.

No matter how much I tried to submerge, my wings were still above the surface.

I just assume you’re another girl with daddy issues.

I use that excuse like you use god to explain why you’re going through what you’re going through.

Have you ever looked at any shows about space?

Or do you just turn away when someone tries to explain how big the universe is?

Hopefully our kids will be better than both of us.


So Many Dynamos

Revolver [soul]

I sat down waiting for that door to swing open to reveal your figure. Your eyes, your hair, and your smile. Hoping that I still had some luck left. Or that the universe would allow me to play Russian roulette with my soul one more time.