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Your presence teases me, Makes me believe that I see you Out of the corner of my eye, Standing in the alleyways, Or hiding behind bookshelves. I see a glimpse of you, And then you're gone, Shoulders fading from view. Something makes me follow, Rush to where I saw you And look wildly for another sign That you're still here. I follow you through storms, Rain so fierce it's almost blinding, Chasing your smile only For you to turn away and disappear Each time I think I've found you. When I finally catch up with you, Just when I can't go any further, You're somewhere I can't reach you; You're with people I don't know, Perched high on a balcony, Or

1. It was always a weekend romance, I only saw you for a few days. You had a nice smile; You'd smile at me constantly, One side of your mouth higher than the other, Black eyes sparkling with mischief. 2. "California", they said. I just though of you: Small town boy Who reminded me of coffee shops, Libraries and book stores, Eating lunch on the pier. Quick to make a joke, Have a quirky comeback, But not too loud, Never too loud. 3. You liked to hear me talk, I think. You asked questions Until you ran out of things to ask about. You went away knowing more about me Than I knew about myself. Even so, I still knew so little about you; I never h

He said I was art, But I don’t know If he can tell The difference Between art And Disaster.

Why do you always leave? And more importantly, Why do I always Let you come back?

We held hands because you were afraid of the dark, And we shared an umbrella that almost blew away, Leaving us drenched and running in the rain. We ate a carton of mint chocolate ice cream together, And you didn’t complain because it was my favorite; You didn’t complain because you knew it would stop The tears stuck behind my eyelashes from falling. We fought over stupid things that didn’t matter, And afterwards kissed the bruises left on our arms, Smiling like they’d disappear when we did. I held you close after she broke your heart, And you held me in return when suicide took my friend, Arms tight around each other a

Your love was like watercolors. So beautiful in the moment That purples and pinks and blues Covered the palms of my hands, But disappearing as soon As the storm came.

You'll miss me one day, I know you will. You’ll miss my laugh, And the smell of coffee On my sweaters. You’ll miss the way My glasses would slip When I was reading, And the conversations About art and writing; When we’d argue Over abstract art And if it meant anything Behind the surface. You’ll miss the way Every day was a surprise, New colors on my clothes, A new piece of art on the wall. You’ll miss the way I could always understand How you were feeling. Most of all, though, I know you’ll miss my body, Because in the end I was just sex To you.

I want to write My poems On the pure canvas Of your skin, Using my lips As the brush, Bruises painting My love for you.

What am I to you? We were friends, I'd like to believe That we still are. You were the one Who wanted Nothing to change, So why are you Upset when I Follow your lead And act like Nothing happened, Like you wanted?