He is in-between every word

It’s no use. Every book I read, HE is there. Every instance in every sentence makes me think of him.
Poem for the boy I like on facebook
There are no walls without you,
no need for letters,
no need for words.
 
I don’t want to see a single letter
Unless it came from you.
 
But how to keep it?
How to [...]

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This is what happens when

Poem for Today
He was right. And he will always be right.
What does he mean by sending me a joke in real time?
What I want to know is, how did he know? How did he know
years ago,
contrary gender,
conversant German,
how did he know so well my heart my life myself and what it would be?
And what does [...]

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Loves Books and Boys

Poem for the Boy I Like:
I want to read you like a book.
Want to keep every word
Holyforever.
Want turn every page you give
And read.
I want to run my hands down your spine and up again to your most precious margin, the source of all words,
the spaces in between,
the chapters you reveal.
Want to read every word.
I want [...]

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Will Write Poetry For Food

He Was My Perfect Midnight
I.
Did you see his frozen being
Salted and stunned, like a stone
In the local graveyard?
Paste his face, his silver smile
at Perfect Midnight.
Once solid matter, now liquid beauty,
You took with you my melted portion–
Left my dormant heart,
Left me a porcelain witness
To the brilliant person that never was.
II.
Did you see him silent now?
A careful [...]

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