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|Occupations:||Poet, Publisher, Performer|
|Profesisonal Interests:||Poetry, Publishing, Slam Poetry, Spoken Word, Writing|
Clementine Von RadicsBirthname
Birthplace: United States
Occupations: Poet, Publisher, Performer
Profesisonal Interests: Poetry, Publishing, Slam Poetry, Spoken Word, Writing
I like that about you. You’re always in trouble
and I like that too.”
you called our last kiss
after so many others.”
You used to love me,
and now you’re a stranger
who happens to know all
of my secrets.”
to a forest. When it does, be braver than I was. Just leave.
Take only what you can carry. No tears, no second thoughts.
You have hands like tinder boxes, the smallest spark
will kill you.”
dangerous hope can be.
Call it forgiveness
specific. I should have said Please don’t leave me
I’m afraid to sleep alone”
There is something in me
cannot be healed.
There is something in me
needs breaking open.”
in my freckles.
I mean you ask me
not to fall in love with you
and then you go write poems
with your tongue
and draw constellations
in my freckles.”
he's just a stranger
who happens to know
all my secrets.”
Yesterday, uncountable men in their miserable jobs,
told their miserable friends that Kim was a ‘dumb whore’
Kim Kardashian will never learn their names.”
There is fear.
And there is a dizzying
the apple. I mean,
I know what you want to do to me
and I am not afraid of snakes.”
and if anyone else
were to kiss me, all they would taste
is your name.”
I am beautiful. She cannot want me,
not the way I want her. My want
is an Empire State Building
I monster-climb with her
clutched in my fist. They make old,
flickering horror movies
about the way I look at her mouth.”
go for his throat.”
about other people, they’re for your eyes
only. Everyone else who reads this is just a stranger
looking through the window at us.
It always comes back to you.
It will always come back to you.”
to this hungry thing inside me?”
I will kiss you like forgiveness. You will hold me like I’m hope. Our arms will bandage and we will press promises between us like flowers in a book. I will write sonnets to the salt of sweat on your skin. I will write novels to the scar of your nose. I will write a dictionary of all the words I have used trying to describe the way it feels to have finally, finally found you. And I will not be afraid of your scars.
I know sometimes it’s still hard to let me see you in all your cracked perfection, but please know: whether it’s the days you burn more brilliant than the sun or the nights you collapse into my lap, your body broken into a thousand questions, you are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. I will love you when you are a still day. I will love you when you are a hurricane.”