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I wonder if you're still breathing
in the same pattern that you used to
and if your life just picked up
as it was before in a way that
makes me insignificant
and meaningless.
I wonder if there's someone new —
if she speaks in complete sentences
and means it
when she says
she loves you.
I wonder if you're doing better
and if you'll get it right this time.
I wonder,
but I don't really care.
That's the difference
between now and before,
because before
I couldn't forget you
and now,
I barely remember you.
in the same pattern that you used to
and if your life just picked up
as it was before in a way that
makes me insignificant
and meaningless.
I wonder if there's someone new —
if she speaks in complete sentences
and means it
when she says
she loves you.
I wonder if you're doing better
and if you'll get it right this time.
I wonder,
but I don't really care.
That's the difference
between now and before,
because before
I couldn't forget you
and now,
I barely remember you.
Literature
Even If I Tell You...
Kiss my neck,
Hold me close,
Tell me good things
Even if I don't believe.
Tell me I'm beautiful,
Please,
Even if I deny it.
Tell me you want to get to know me,
Please,
Even if I think I'm the least interesting person
in the world.
Kiss my cheek,
Hold me tight,
Be there when everything's
not right.
If I lose someone,
Be there, please,
Even if I tell you I'm okay.
If bad news comes,
Don't leave me alone,
Even if I say I want to be
on my own.
Kiss my cheek,
Hold me close,
Tell me good things,
Even if I don't believe.
Kiss my neck,
Hold me tight,
Be there when everything's
not right.
Literature
Running Away
"What are you afraid of?" He had asked her as they lay there, under a bay window that showed a velvet black sky, sprinkled with sparkling diamonds. After a few minutes, a hand reached out and took his. He looked down at the soft hand, paper white with rivulets of sapphire under the skin. It had never occurred to him just how much he loved her hands until now.
"Would you like the truth? Or will a lie suffice?" A dulcet voice whispered. She had still not turned to look at him, but her hand in his remained strong.
"The truth." He always asked her for the truth. He didn't want rubies of falsehood, of lies, to ruin what they had taken so long to
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"I have a problem."
"You always were a worrier."
"Don't you want to know what it is?"
"Not if it's going to worry me as well."
"That's precisely why you should know it."
"I really think I'll pass."
"But-"
"No."
"
"
"Thank you."
"But
this time it's a really big deal."
"Oh for the love of- All right. All right. You win. What is it?"
"What did you think the first time you met me?"
"That's not a problem, that's a question."
"I know."
"How am I supposed to answer it exactly?"
"I don't know if your mother explained this to you, but all you have to do is open your mouth and words-"
"Shut it, smart ass."
"Then answer the q
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I love the way you broke this up and in just the right places. Had it been different, I feel it wouldn't have had the same impact. I feel like I'm getting a glimpse into a person's thoughts who really wants to believe the last statement, but can't. They are trying not to care, but the fact that this was still written, with the added mention of the pattern of their ex's breathing, makes me believe this poor soul is in denial. I loved this, very very nice. ^_^