devil’s wit

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today i miss you. not because i want you back. or because i ever want to go back to that place. but something about the familiarity, i miss. but i remember:

walking along shore of those gray tides
brought no comfort to my taurean eyes
your words of comfort arrived at their leisure
your words of wisdom barely existed

these words, they crawled out of your mouth
sneaky as the devil’s wit
clever as a young man’s charm
the vacuum that was the welcome sign to your heart

you almost had me.

and i’m aware of that. i’m aware of the box of tangled chains that was once us. but sometimes i steer away from that—voluntary or not—and on days like today, i miss you.

xx

VINTAGE VEST by Forenza
Photos by I HATE BLONDE

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she’s morphine

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she’s a lone sinister
dancing in the blur

the way a slight breeze creeps through hollows
impatiently
shifting through alleys to the rhythm of its sorrows

“she’s morphine, queen of my vaccine.”

xx

T-SHIRT DRESS by Truly Madly Deeply
GARTERS & THIGH HIGHS by American Apparel

photos by Rachel Lynch (I HATE BLONDE)

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walls melt

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early morning is when i give into you the most
i backtrack the distance i walked away
and i forget the rules

stripes of soft light sneak through shutters into your room
eyes met
walls melt
and i can’t decide what is more real:

my confliction or you.

x

BEETLE JUICE PANTS by Black Milk Clothing
SUNGLASSES by Unif

BUSTIER by Urban Outfitters

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