megzegzoo

Canada

A wannabe awash in metaphors. Seventeen. Pianist, among other things. Eternal runner-up. Cat slave. Jellyfish enthusiast!

Lots of poetry with big pretty words because I am nothing if not extravagant

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I want to someday create something good enough to justify staring at blank documents until my brains ooze out my nostrils, so here’s where I work towards that
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"How strange it is to be anything at all"

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May 24, 2019

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Baby,
rolling over
glass shard shoulders,
sticky
full of warmth

Pulses,
a reminder —
of second chances,
stars realigned
Falling in
does not equal
the making of
We haven’t tried yet.

Who knew
first loves are not
last loves and
heartbreak is not
incurable like
my blood, or my
addiction to your mouth

Baby,
midnight novels
absinthe eyes
begging,
”jump.”

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