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I took her hand

and poured gold in her veins.

There was nothing more I could do.

You chase the world

I am not on your heels

and you don’t seem to notice

but after a while you turn my way

I’m still the one

who gets to sit here

and contemplate

I don’t get to run

I was a queen here

once

I broke the ground

with a silent sting

when you left

Follow,

they said

I followed the crown instead

I hung the sapphires on my wall

to forget

seeing you in the mirror

and so

with the blue glittering

I didn’t have to see myself

Maybe that’s

the whole point isn’t it

beaten broken and stirred

No matter how many ghosts

I choose to chain to your wall

you’re still alive

So you chase the world

I take the wheel

back from you

hoping I can find my track

a lot of things are wrong with this picture.

I am not a girl in a hole.

a memory spilled over your city.

can’t make it out alive

so do you want to catch me again

If we were perfect

I don’t know

how long

we would stay.

If I was fearless

I would tell you everything

you need to hear.

I want to repeat repeat repeat

until all the tears are a drought we can’t fix.

I want to open the gates

until I am no one you ever wanted.

If I was a voice

I would want you to hear it.

If I was a hand

I would want you to hold it.

If I was golden

I would wish it all away

but instead I sit here

ripping all the paintings from the walls

louder and louder

making us quieter and quieter

and I am your bulldozer

until you have nothing left to feel.

Pretty face

Affable and sweet

Accept my invitation

Take the adjacent seat

Talk to me about your art and studies 

The music you love 

All that you find funny

And in our limited time together, consider my regret

I never told you about your eyes

Your beautiful hair

Or your apparent intellect

That when you left me that day, you never left my memory

That I dreamed about you since the day that you met me

That I suppressed my feelings, for fear of rejection

And I pushed them so far down, I forgot where I had left them

I will remain fond of you always and indefinitely

And in my absence I hope that you still think about me

I hope that you think about the laughs we shared and the connection I sought

I hope that you turn my way, when you're looking for a friend

I hope that you still trust me

And let me see you again

wandering

with you

wondering why your lips are chapped

I think

I could tell you

it’s not a crime

if you keep it

(I know I

for one

have tucked that kiss

in too many pockets

and I wouldn’t want it

to be different)

wondering why

all these days

I spend with you

go by too fast

when you see no future

and the haze keeps all of us quiet

wondering why

I’m still not shivering

so close to you

wondering why

you can’t see

this beauty this mess

why no one gets tired

of being around you

wondering why

it is so damn easy

when I’m alone

to picture

him loving you

wondering why

I am not the one

who gets told

I am too easy to talk to

maybe

I’ve answered now

why you are the magnet

and I am the poison

I curl myself around you

I’m sorry

I keep trying

I will never be enough

A spectre exhales in the empty casino.

Binary digits caught in the corner of the eye,

F R  A   G   M EN  TS of a past regretted,

Compression of a future long gone.

A profile stalked in the mind, and the twist in the gut that kept it there.

A reminder of desperation,

An echo of obsession.

In a moment the world falls apart and a penitent psyche fractures into a formula of whimpers,

3.14 with hopelessness recurring in clenched digits that beat ineffectually at an immutable equation.

New faces and old friends scroll alike behind the dank glass of a solitary fruit machine,

Never double, never triple, never four, nevermore,

Always her.

Four in a row of a scowling face that once smiled back when the machine was new.

No lights flash.

No jackpot sounds.

No coins paid out.

Just the solitary clunk of faces that refuse to settle, juddering in and out of position.

Clunk.

Click. 

Click.

I sigh and insert another coin.

I still hear the echo

of that time I said this is my heart.

I still hear the rush

and the pounding I won’t ever tire of.

I still spend money

and hours I can’t help but count.

I still feel more than I would like

and toss myself into hallways

and drown in crowds

with too many faces I will never know

the problem with separating my eggs

is carrying all the baskets.

I am choosing

these baskets

I am hooking them

over every inch of me

until I drag like I’m made of stone.

When I think I taste bitter

your eyes tell me you’re worth it.

We are all just looking for people

we won’t regret spending time on.