before she met you,
she used to imagine that
"it happened in the river,
while the current tugged at him like a dumb animal trying to play.
he clawed at the riverbank,
all garbled gasps and frantic splashing
as the water lapped the ground like a happy tongue
and a boisterous wave embraced the life out of him."
"i am still trying to tiptoe around
how your mouth curved downward
and how i spiraled down with it,
before i could swallow all of your words,
i am still anxious for why
even though i am ruptured and
all of me is spilling out onto
i don’t know how to fix the way
my eyes are filled with oceans now, the shivers
of my skin, the creaking of my bones.
i don’t know how
when there are ghosts inside of my throat,
i am a haunted human being and
what was left feels
like all there ever was."
"i remember i used to think
that kisses came in pink hues:
the sky, the earth, our hair, our skin,
and it would all feel
like a rose garden was beginning
to bloom in my mouth.
sometimes kisses are filled with
blood, and there are no
pretty things about them.
your eyes made me wish
for a rose garden,
but your heart broke my teeth
and you gave me blood instead."
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