As Much As I Ever Could

Adrian. 22. Denton.
Triple Six. Cinema. Writer.
Your lips, beloved, are like a honeycomb: honey and milk are under the tongue. And the smell of your clothes is like the smell of my home.
― John Berger

and I shake like a spider in the rain when you say,
“my, my, the ways I’ve changed since then—the ways I’ve changed.”
and all I ever say is “I’m tired.”
and it hits like a brick to the back of your head
like, goodbye, five times, one for each finger.

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Now I’m afraid of open water
But I often bathe in sin.
Let’s be honest, you know you shouldn’t bother
Cause with me, it’s impossible to win.

There was always warmth between us

There was always warmth between us.

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You are all four seasons rolled into one.
Like the cold December snow in the warm July sun.
I’m the jet black sky that’s just before the rain.
Like the mighty current pulling you under the waves.

I’m the darkest hour just before the dawn
and I’m slowly sinking into the slough of despond.
Like an old guitar, worn out and left behind.
I have stories still to tell, they’re of the healing kind

Oh my love,


If I could just find you tonight..

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"As it has been said:
Love and a cough
cannot be concealed.
Even a small cough.
Even a small love."
Anne Sexton

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