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Will you be my Clementine?

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  • champagnesupernova 4h

    little by little

    dopamine reminds
    of itself
    on days wasted like this.

    cigarette tucked between
    the lips, and a flood of
    touch-me-not
    messages left from you

    telling the same tragedies
    that i told you i understood
    yesterday.

    but you drain your days
    in holy water,
    and
    flush my piety
    with it.

    you're a dangerous
    dangerous woman
    i, of all people,
    should have known.

    or maybe i did, and
    perhaps that is
    my tragedy.

    i love the unheld more than
    the rest, and in the process
    lose hold of
    myself.

    ©champagnesupernova

  • champagnesupernova 2d

    how sad is it
    to look at a graveyard
    whose people
    existed?

    how sad is it
    to look at a face
    where love existed?


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  • champagnesupernova 2d

    testing times.

    the night holds me
    much more dearly
    than the day.
    but it's okay because
    i've been loved
    by darker things.

    the powers that some
    possess over us
    should strictly be
    written down and
    stringently be taught
    to them.
    for it is them that fail
    in their pursuits,

    but it is us who suffer
    the loss.

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  • champagnesupernova 2d

    words, mere words

    our grief is buried deep
    inside us, under mountains
    of regret, anodic
    and cathodic. our happiness,
    in a sense, is buried under some
    mountain too.

    these words
    provide me
    palliative promises;
    like
    antidepressant
    for the depressed,
    painkiller
    for the pained;

    it is no salvation.

    but for a brief point
    of my existence, it
    is all

    and it is
    enough.

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  • champagnesupernova 3d

    hugs don't follow newton's third law

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    in a hug there is always one
    embracing the other
    clasping and remembering
    and flooding everything
    that time brought on.


    and then there's the other
    wondering how it must feel
    to hold so dearly
    to someone.

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  • champagnesupernova 3d

    idling our days
    in hopes of change
    only changes calendars
    and nothing else.

    our problem is,
    roughly, this.

    we're always a little too sweet
    with our hellos
    and a little too unsavory
    with our goodbyes.

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  • champagnesupernova 3d

    Is this even a fucking poem

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    my words, coarse,
    is unmistakenly the
    first thing you may notice about me.
    but it takes
    a lot to become this way.
    i have been meaning to
    speak a language that i
    lose track of, a song that
    i lose tune of,
    in a life that I lose
    count of.

    i never
    wore my heart on my sleeve
    or my head in my pants.
    and that makes me a man
    hard to lose, almost impossible.
    but i have been lost,
    more often than i have been
    found.

    and i knew it. i have always
    known it. and because i knew it
    i feared reaching that point.

    and because i have reached
    that point i want to come back.

    and if i come back, would i not be doing that
    in anticipation
    of reaching that point
    again?

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  • champagnesupernova 4d

    people don't turn empaths
    living among constellations,
    day, in and out.

    these are the ones
    who jumped in ecstacy
    and landed in sorrow.
    these are the ones who
    bartered blisters for a
    bloodstream.
    but the cause
    was never them.

    you won't hear
    them as much as you'll
    speak to them.
    be fortunate for the price
    that they silently bear
    only for you, so that your
    heart can weep a little.

    these are the ones that have seen
    a little too much for comfort,
    and a little too less for
    termination.

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  • champagnesupernova 4d

    limitless listing
    of lost love to
    new lovers in
    hopes of leverage
    can lead to nothing but
    loneliness.

    rock the boat once
    in a while, and don't wait
    for who falls
    off.

    rather hold on to the
    one who
    swims back.
    if there is any sign
    of love in this
    lawless world,
    it's this.

    ©champagnesupernova

  • champagnesupernova 4d

    i hear a light drizzle
    splash against the
    window panes. the world
    stands tallest at lights out.
    but behind that same window
    i lie tucked in my bed,
    the timidest.

    if i had never seen
    rain, if i had no idea
    of nature's fury,
    i'd have
    mistaken it for
    somebody's sobs.

    perhaps i could hide mine
    behind it.

    ©champagnesupernova