"Everything dies in the winter but snowflakes"

I was always a Summer boy,

Craving when the sunshine made love to my melanin.

Hot showers against my back; thick covers cradling me to sleep.

Autumn colors gave way to December's frostbites

Gnawing at my thoughts time after time,

Leaving nothing but dead memories.

So when your snowflakes brought me warm touches,

I wanted Winter...

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Can I just fizzle away into the 808s

And fuck the heartbreaks

That ensnared me into your trap

Like the music I thought you were.

I hit replay, replay, replay

Just to feel the reverb jumpstart my chest again.

You never made my ears cry like the melodies did anyways.

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Us cats live on the margins

Forever performing a delicate dance between

What is and the destitute street

Intent on killing us ten times over.

But as long as love never leads us astray,

We will always find where home is by the windowsill.

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her red tipped nails drew little crosses into my back,

each one a reminder that we bore the burdens of our love.

I told her breathing was my sin as

her warm hands hung me by my neck.

but I needed her to feel it too,

so I drew one last cross

and left her on it.

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who needs a chaser when acid hurts so good?

your scars carry my fingertips as they river down your spine,

knowing you'll burn me tomorrow or the next,

but I'm content to drown in your hell tonight.

I whisper "finders, keepers" in your ear like a chant,

praying to any gods who'll care to listen.

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We went to where gods go to die

To witness their swollen egos burst,

Leaving nothing but black hearts festering in the sun

Next to frail men.

We buried them and their tendrils under our Red Square,

With each footstep a reminder to their bones that we were disciples no more.

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I see a river of people ahead of me for as far as I can see

With bright smiles and exlamations,

Loud laughs and even bigger expectations.

Feelings of spite I never had,

But ever so often I go mad at the feeling 

Of being a boulder unmoved by the current

That will wear me down to dust eventually.

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