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you asked me what's that what's that onyourwrist
and i said it's nothing, my cat did it
and you said you're lying; they are spiderwebbed and swelling
and i gave you the rusty scissors and said
i'm sorry,
i'm sorry.
and i said it's nothing, my cat did it
and you said you're lying; they are spiderwebbed and swelling
and i gave you the rusty scissors and said
i'm sorry,
i'm sorry.
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here's a secret
here's a secret:
i.
I need to keep losing you
over and over and over again
because
when I miss the sensation of your stranger's love on my ribs
or I find the spark in your dappled eyes
or we finally learn ( again ) how to kiss
I get to remember why we try.
ii.
I have given up wondering
and accepted I do not exist
without you;
like a foil for your character
like the flaw of the largest diamond
they've found (and fractured).
You are blood
and I'm sea water
alien subst
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dissection of dreams.
She would dream of blue winters
and glorious cities filled with love.
She would dream of soft dirt
beneath her back and imagine
what the sun would look like
from above. She wrapped her
thoughts in pretty pink ribbon
and stored them away for a
rainy day. When she woke in
the morning, she would devour
words for breakfast and wash
it down with the morning sounds.
She was thoughtful, she was dirty,
she was obscene. She was bright,
and dull, she was grass yet she
resembled the heavens. She
mourned for every breath that
we exhaled and hoped that one
day it would be something more
extravagant. And most important
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Dido Before The Pyre.
Let there be music for a while
rather than silence,
rather than never to have known him,
never to have loved.
Music for a while
is better than a lifetime
without whispers,
endearments, kisses -
even though it ends in parting,
flames, ashes.
Let me hear that tune
we listened to as one,
that had the trills of birds,
the echoes of bells,
that fell like water on my skin:
a silken shroud.
Play it
as I watch him sail away.
Let there be music for a while,
And then I'll sleep.
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i jotted this down back when snow was twirling but only had the courage to post it now.
everything happens for no reason but there's not much to do about it. i was worse. i am now better.
everything happens for no reason but there's not much to do about it. i was worse. i am now better.
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it's so painfully simple and just perfect i think, i'm not really sure what to call it, but i like it, i think because it's true for so many people.