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“only in love
is it sometimes
kinder
to be cruel
and crueler
to be kind.”
- d.c.
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“a brush of cold shoulders
in mutual feign
of the cool indifference
of a casual cruelty
called loving in vain”
- d.c.
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“a carton of cream
for a mere shot of coffee
i pour
and pour
and pour
until overflow
spills into saucer
and the color of his eyes
no longer twirls
in my cup”
- d.c.
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“i was a little black dress
in a boozy bar
and he was one tall glass of water
i ached to put
my lips to.”
- d.c.
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“two poker faces whose cards together make a winning hand fold none the wiser and sulk through casino smoke and jingle to retire to separate beds in separate lives where in dream they dream of the other and the risk of the wager is no matter” - d.c.
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“It’s not enough to
have you
in mere
stolen moments
that are
too
few
and
far
between.
I do not wish
to dip
my toes
into that
in which
I cannot
freely
wade.”
- d.c.
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“Do I love him
more than I love
how much he loves me?”
- d.c.
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“Sometimes loving greatly means losing great love.”
- d.c.
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“was it lust for him
or love for the way
you saw yourself in his eyes?”
- d.c.
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“I am keenly aware
that my feelings
do not make a dent in his life,
but deep down,
in a place of twisted compassion,
I know
I wouldn’t really want them to.
So I’ll watch out the car window
with a rubber neck
as someone
who looks an awful lot like me
gets absolutely totaled;
the wailing sirens
and flashing lights
performative afterthoughts
of warning.”
- d.c.
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“why does he look like morphine
but taste like pain”
- d.c.
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“I can make peace
(I think)
with the way things are
and might always be
and I will try not to want more
(of you)”
- d.c.
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“…and for a second there
these silly little delusions
looked to me like
big subtle breakthroughs of truth.”
- d.c.
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“the lows burry me beneath the rubble of hell but the highs no drug in the world can parallel” - d.c.
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“where did you get the nerve
to take the shape
of the feeling
i was missing”
- d.c.
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Our first gaze held such history. It was the single most convincing feeling that we had been great lovers in a previous life. Or that we currently existed as such within a parallel dimension unknown to us. The way he couldn’t tear his sight away from me. The way he wouldn’t even if he had been able to. His piercing, paperweight eyes, beneath the weight of which I was willingly pinned. My core a phoenix bursting into flames.
d.c.
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