November Never Tells (things I wrote in November)

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Lungs Basically Bleeding,
We sit in the silence.
Ears humming noise that no one hears.
Lifelines Intertwined, in the sweaty palms and entangled fingertips 
The moon hanging on it’s shelf in the sky.
Stars dangling on the branches of infinity. 
They disappear under the city.
The big dipper pouring the clouds onto the streetlight speckled horizon.
Silenced we head for man made attractions.
Just Breathing.
White lines swaying with the cement.
Curves and twists of the drive.
Building lights burning orange on the blanket of black. 
Hearts still beating the pulse of what has been.
And all that’s left unsaid, is ringing in our ears.
And all that’s left to find, is dancing with the stars and the clutter of the cars. 
Buildings tangled in the sidewalks.
I am Just Breathing.
We disappear under the city.

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She closed her eyes and dreamed in paragraphs.

of sentences she'd already sung,

and ones she had not yet begun.

Reality a fragmented disaster.

and there was always that space,

right before the punctuation, 

She fell through the lines on the page.

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Screaming Different Languages

They sing far to loud.

I can't hear them.

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I don't have what you want

I don't have what you need 

I will try so hard,

But my heart, it just won't Bleed.

I don't know what to say

I don't know what to do

I will try so hard, 

not to fall right through.

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Silent tears are the ones that burn the most. 

Falling so gently in the quiet of your room.

Your arms wrapped around me.

and I am so confused.

And they fall without warning. 

And they seep into your sheets. 

I fade in to the darkness.

Silently you sleep.

Why can't I just sleep.

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And what if anything that means anything

all got torn apart, 

by the ones who came before you...

and took slow stabs at my heart. 

and I'll give it all to you, 

that that is no longer mine,

what I gave away far to soon, 

That night he crossed the line. 

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Which way is up?

When I'm always looking down.

I close my eyes 

and slowly 

I melt into the ground.

I can not see anything, 

but the color of my shoes

maybe I wouldn't be this way, 

If I hadn't been so used.

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I don't trust this

I don't trust it

I'm just too real

this ain't my deal

I won't trust this 

I won't trust it 

I am just a rebound

Waiting for a break down

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I hope you never see the things I've seen.

I hope it's only pretty things that haunt your dreams.

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