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I keep having dreams where You are chasing me

I keep having dreams where You are chasing me

A Poem by aoacampbell


I keep having dreams where You are chasing me,and there is nowhere to runbut into your arms.I wake upcryingwith no way out.
The poem I do not expect You to understand

The poem I do not expect You to understand

A Poem by aoacampbell


You told me I smelled like stale cigarette smoke, and vanilla; and you couldn’t wash me off your clothes. But you tried.
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Untitled no.1

A Poem by aoacampbell


To be loved and to love. That is all we want, but there is too much to lose.
I used to have a jar

I used to have a jar

A Poem by aoacampbell


I used to have a jar where I would put all the words that I could never say aloud. I have long since abandoned that practice because I..
At six-thirty A.M.

At six-thirty A.M.

A Poem by aoacampbell


At six-thirty A.M. I am pouring coffee into a gentleman’s cup, and wondering if he can tell that I want to die.
I worry that I am not thin enough, or beautiful in the morning

I worry that I am not thin enough, or beautiful in..

A Poem by aoacampbell


I worry that I am not thin enough, or beautiful in the morning. I worry about the way I taste, and whether I take up too much time. ..
We run in circles

We run in circles

A Poem by aoacampbell


We run in circles. We run, we run, we run to each other. We run, we run, and we run away.
The right side

The right side

A Poem by aoacampbell


I sleep on your side of the bed when you’re not here, justto breathe in your scent. And I keep telling myself it’s to..
Lying alone in a queen sized bed

Lying alone in a queen sized bed

A Poem by aoacampbell


Lying alone in a queen sized bed,the sheets stained by your perfumeare perfect shadows of the nights we wishedwould never become mornings.
Life without melancholy

Life without melancholy

A Poem by aoacampbell


Life without melancholyis sitting on the east coast. The smell of saltwater, and being too far from home to call or to plead for re..
Lung cancer and being alone

Lung cancer and being alone

A Poem by aoacampbell


It’s five o’clock and I’m standing outside in a rainy city. Children are coming home from school. I’m smo..
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Untitled no.2

A Poem by aoacampbell


All I can think is: “My god, You’re so beautiful, I could die.” And I do.