Foreign 808s (Heartaches)

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I see the boys running,
I know that they’re there;
and I know that for me,
they might not care;
yet something within me,
finds home in their eyes,
amidst all the tears,
I’ve imagined them cry.

Inevitably I find myself falling deeply in love with strangers from foreign lands.
Inevitably I find myself daydreaming about a kiss, or a touch.
Inevitably I begin to lose myself in this fantasy in my mind.
Inevitably I wake. Inevitably.

Meaningless encounters,
seek meaning in my head.
Like meaningful encounters, 
with the souls of the dead.

When I learn a new language, I learn first to say, “I’m Sorry”, and “It’s Okay”, for then I will know what to say to myself when I must pick up my heart, when it lays in pieces, in the throes of  a foreign dark.

Deep red veins,
through which I swim–
If only I’d known of your bleeding ocean,
before I jumped in.

 

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