relationships

Come Back

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watching you leave is like burning an angels wings

bring water to the scorched place

where hope springs

Come back,

I think you forgot a kiss

your heart

your charger, glasses, burdens, house keys, phone,

head,

a lighter

a back rub

a hug

a plate of food

an embrace and a song

wrap it up in your pocket for later

when the out there slams your wrists

backs you into a corner

pilfering your happiness

Unfold what i have held for you

just like this

dab a little on your lips like sunshine

and let it soak in

remembering your space in here

where all the things you lay to rest

live.

–Ciane The Knight

You Read Me

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you read me

like an open book, plainly

so playfully

i shrug it off

summarize all my lines

you see me clearly

like prescription glasses

you compliment me

though we’re hardly ever in sync

even on pizza toppings we disagree

yet

you will always fight for me

so put down your fists

i will be your gift, shield, and armor

2,672 Ways To Say I’m Sorry…Starting With

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I’m sorry for all the sorries

I’m sorry for being sorry

I’m sorry for this apology

I’m sorry for no one else just me

I’m sorry I didn’t see it

I’m sorry if you felt invisible

I’m sorry if it was tested

I’m sorry we’ve been weighed and measured

I’m sorry for your loss

I’m sorry your gain wasn’t enough

I’m sorry…

I’m…

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Poems

He Hasn’t

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He hasn’t messaged you,

don’t look at your phone, don’t dream about him

so loudly that you can taste where your ghosted lips

met his, don’t expect a text at four in the morning

even though you know he was wide awake, don’t

wait

he doesn’t think about you as often

as you think about him.

His heart beat and yours

are no longer

in sync. sleeping

His Hands

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his hands have changed

not sure why

but they are off somehow

the dimples and dips, are

all there

Three bruises from knuckle to wrist, five sprigs

of hair

bare palms

dancing veins

tendons

Nails are longer maybe, fingers steady

I count a medley of callused castles

on the right

Long life lines

on the left

ashen, slightly stiff

but they’re different still

I would know

twenty three freckles

the curve of his fingerprints

from tip to nook

cuts limping into fresh skin

Tender bones, how you have grown

Tell me your story

so that I may know him again.

 

I Can Do Bad All By Myself

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woman-with-attitude-pinkHere emoting into a pillow

that won’t hold me back

I didn’t need new

when I had you.

Ramble on,

copper crystals

drip from his lips

hold no weight.

I am silver and spun honey

a caramelized glazed piece in the wind

remember that.

Nails break,

I don’t.

 

Trust

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Trust me

like Pharaohs calling to rain clouds in a drought

Boundless grains of salt parch the Earth

I watch the skies open mouth

Trust me

as sure as death is to sing swiftly to cold bodies

Let’s make ours warmer

fill the space in the universe that propels us closer

The truth without trust

are only falsities lying in remission

repeating omissions

waiting for lies to come to fruition

Trust be nimble

& I’ll be Jack jumping back to the candle stack

that first lit these rhymes for you

Just trust

the way infants knowingly cling to their mothers

small fists of utter dependence

We sway with an unparalleled rhythm

and the pyramid kings have all gone home

I now call you to stand at your throne

I trust you to answer with that

regal swagger I know you have

This is me at my best

throwing down dented armor and all other guises

I trust you to tell me the truth

or do you not know what your disguise is?

Tucked in, patiently pacifying your disgust

I peer into your eyes sometimes

and only see what could’ve been