i saw you

the first time
i saw you
from a distance
i thought,
she is my girlfriend

the second time
i saw you
from a distance
i thought,
she is my wife

the last time
i saw you
close and intimate
i thought,
she is a stranger, lost

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scar

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to be humble is to scar,

the art of scars;

with much pain

have they been sculpted

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lunch

let’s do lunch

or at least send me

some provocative pictures

of your exquisite self;

i so very need

something to savor

i own nothing

i possess even less

my sanity comes

and goes

and i’m really not sure

it’s even a thing

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house

just a little house
very quaint
nothing ornate
with her
and a piano
that would be everything

thank you for the poetry

for the darkness

and for,

the despair

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a valentine

you never kiss me,

nor taste the tears

of my pain