Belle Violet Poems

Don’t read my work
and claim to see
something that there may not be.
Don’t shred my words
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I've grown increasingly needy
and that's so unlike me.
Usually it's the boy
that winds up needing me.
...

Cupcakes are meant
to be savored.
Devoured.
Loved and
...

I wanna be your
Wrangler jeans.
Clinging,
to those legs.
...

Shoe polish, nail polish,
ravens and crows.
Squished ashes and cinders,
and arachnid foes.
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If we're dating let me
start by saying,
this better be worth
my while.
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Weld, cut
Bend, melt.
Measure, merge
Angle, curve.
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I guess it became
our winter.
Passion born to us
in a foggy-windowed Ford.
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My love,
I do
apologize
for looking deep into your eyes,
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I've managed to collect
this feeling in me
that swirls and manifests
in the pit of my stomach
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