i am yours 

i have never belonged, 

yet;

somehow,

 i find it so easy

to belong to you. 

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my constant company

a poet like me never gets lonely;

i have my words to caresss my lips

and my thoughts to hug me tight;

no i am never lonely,

not with my turtleneck warming my chest

and my heart beating as a constant drum of my extradorinary life.

my company lays inside,

my words

my heart

my thoughts;

oh how i am loved.

Paris is My Cliche Lover

take me to Paris

so i can butcher beautiful words and mimic foreign accents

and drink incredibly expensive coffee

and pretend i like tea at 3 in the afternoon.

i will walk around while simultaneously falling in love with the romance language subliminally spoken

all around.

take me to Paris

so that i can take in the overwhelming scent of

freshly printed papers and bakery goods and cry because

this city,

is truly,

alive.