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e. is for eddiction.

dear emilee,

you're beautiful.

i love you.

dear emilee,

you have the most shocking violet eyes

i believe i've ever seen

they sparkle with life though glazed at times, like a butterfly's wings flecked with dew

on a quiet morning

and though that butterfly would be unable to fly with such dampened wings

your eyes make my heart soar

though you rarely look at me

if i could only cup my hands inside/around/within your irises

and splash my face with such the ferocity that they hold

and hold





if i could only hold you in my arms. . . arms/legs/hands/eyes/mouth

dear emilee,

i want to place ice in the spaces between your bones

so that, like a cat but much less gaudy,

i might be able to hear you as you approach

as your joints crruun-chh

as a cat is trailed by soft knells

[but everyone knows that cat's have nine lives, and you

only have one even on your best days, sweetheart]

dear emilee,

you probably didn't know this, dear, but i follow you home from time to time

swiftly through the cornfields, i shadow your sidewalk route

and i listen to you sing softly to yourself

your voice is uneven every time you step,

but beautiful nonetheless

and from your lips she drew the


dear emilee,

when it's dark outside,

when you come home late with your hair in knots

carrying the scent of sweat/sex/weed/lies
i follow you, and i run past people's houses so i don't catch their nightmares

flying fast out of windows, crashing through

the gauzy curtains like a rogue

dear emilee,

the track marks on your arms appear sore-ly unattractive

my tracks in the dirt are growing deeper

my eyes burn from the dust i kick up
the dust particles collect on your sclerae/irises/soul like so many moths to a flame

dear emilee,

oh why did you leave me, dear emilee?

your eyes are open, wide wide open as are the gaping holes in your arm

everyone at your funeral said you looked so lovely

they were right of course, but if they only knew

oh emilee!

i was addicted to you like no other

when they placed you in the ground/dirt/ditch

i curled up beside you

and, like a stunned spider or a burning leaf

i curled in on myself

and died quiet/dead/gone

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pixiedust15 said...
Sept. 25, 2010 at 9:08 pm
Awww!!!! This is a really sweet poem. I reallylkike this.
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