you got this lost letter epidemic
and i've been beginning to wonder
what you would say
if those twenty six postcards
ever found my doorway.
(avoiding the question is its own sort of answer
since all you've become are hollowed out memories.)
-
before you left, you used to stand
on the edge of the seventh floor balcony
with your feet on the wrong side of the rails
always leaning slightly forward
and as i looked up at you
the sun would strike gold in your eyes
and the angles of your cheekbones
and i couldn't help but think of you
as a fallen angel
with the sun's glare creating wings made of fire.
(and there you were. falling. burning. crashing.)
-
and you were always an empty chested boy
but i never had the lies to fill it
even when i tried.
but one time, i drew a black and white heart on your skin
over where your real one should have been
you could almost see it
thumpthumpthumping with each of your breaths
(and for a minute, i could almost pretend that i made you whole.)
and after my permanent marker ran dry
since nothing really lasts forever
i took up tracing intricate wings
between your shoulder blades
with a golden paint pen
so you could fly again.
(i thought i was setting you free.
but freedom had an odd way of completely breaking us .)
-
and now, since you've been gone, i'm still waiting on your words.
(even if it's only three.)
so, i'm dying from this disillusionment disease
where i write love letters
and store them in purple satin boxes
so i can pull them out
and pretend they're from you
and that every word i read
is what you've been meaning to say.
(p.s. i'm still wishing that you were here.)
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before you left, you used to stand
on the edges of the seventh floor balcony
with your feet on the wrong side of the rails
always leaning slightly forward
and as i looked up at you
the sun would strike gold in your eyes
and the angles of your cheekbones
and i couldn't help but think of you
as a fallen angel
with the sun's glare creating wings made of fire
(and there you were. falling. burning. crashing.)
that stanza was my favorite
just beautiful <3
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Dreams can come true, but never fantasies, if you nurture a fantasy, it'll most likely get broken.
that stanza is definitely my favorite too.
i wrote it awhile ago and could never find a good place for it.
hopefully, this piece is a good fit.
thanks!
i really loved it <3
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Dreams can come true, but never fantasies, if you nurture a fantasy, it'll most likely get broken.
(i wrote something lately as i couldn't sleep. i'll post it soon... i let you know then...)
also, thanks for your honesty. i really do appreciate it
(please do let me know. i'd love to check it out)
([link] here it goes...)
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i would bleed for lestat
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...if you know what I mean.
TyZulaaaaaaaa.
My icon was made my the incredibly awesome ~numbah3 ILU.
Well slap me with a fish and call me grandma!
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