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cheosnun-e salang There was a Korean refugeecheosnun-e salang by TheStoyTeller
of my window that night.
He held no weapon but the dark stars in his eye against me and I knew
he was a pulchritude
sent from some sky to curse me.
I could have turned him in,
even had him killed but I let him stay for dinner in the living room
of my chest and the hollows of my head.
That boy was gone the next day
but I swear I still saw his foot prints
burned into a patch of grass
in the front lawn and every night when I looked up to the sky
I felt as though I was going
to be struck down by his armed eye, twinkling and born against me.
I made a wrong turn, your house was on the left what did you do that night I dropped you off on your front lawn?I made a wrong turn, your house was on the left by TheStoyTeller
I asked you how work was going.
you said you were hardly earning a days wage and a pint of blood.
I could see your knuckles gently pasty and aggressively pink
from the hours you had kept them clenched.
I can't imagine where you've gone,
I can't imagine Sunday's without spaghetti dinners and
conversations with your mother.
I wish I had been different than the environment I was born in but
the truth is I can't help
but find pleasure in being shaped by the Arizona sun.
your skin peeled and surrenders to it.
I still find flakes of you in my favorite shirts.
Where did you go that summer,
when we had done nothing but drink and drive and listen and
I dropped you off in your backyard?
Tell me, is mortality worth anything?
should I even be here at all?
please don't die of alcohol poisoning It disgusts me when you blame your problems on sobriety.please don't die of alcohol poisoning by TheStoyTeller
You can't tell me the truth anymore
unless there is vodka seeping from it,
and you open up in all the wrong places
but listen now, and listen good;
I've got a crown of touches for you to wear
and you can go wherever you want you can be anything
so why be dead?
The clouds that hang silently in the sky,
the little bit of water left in your cup after soccer practice,
the accidental saliva that falls from lips
that have traveled far beyond excitement,
these things need you and you need everything
and it all connects with the beat of every heart.
When you inhale
like you've never tasted human stained air before,
when your lungs dance
to the ballad of echoing winds
this is the best the world has to offer and friend, you are apart of it
you are not alone
so stop fucking acting like it