you said it's a long drive home
as you drew the dotted lines and dashed freeways
that would take me away from you.
it was always cartography
with you shading graphite mountain ranges on maps
that marked the spaces between you and i.
it wasn't the distance that was tearing us apart.
it was you.
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and when it wasn't maps
it was letters ending in love you forevers
and missing you to deaths and wishing you were heres.
until those tired words gave way
to cardiac arrest and paper cuts
and silence.
they were only words.
and the ink was starting to bleed into the cracks of our relationship
diluting our good intentions and seeping into the folds of our hearts .
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after some time, you started studying graphology.
so when i scribbled little notes
and postmarked my heart to you
you decided that the dot of my i
and the loop of the l meant i didn't love you anymore
and the cross of my t probably meant i never did.
then you said the space between the letters of my name
meant i was a liar
and that they were where i let the truth slip.
i haven't written my name since.
so i don't know who i am anymore.
-
maybe if you had studied cardiology instead
you could figure out how to mend a broken heart
with your stitched silences and sharpened words.
i wish you could fix this.
i wish you could fix me.
since it's been twenty three days
since i last heard from you
and five hundred and fifty one hours
since i last took a breath.
and i'm dying.
i wish you could have drawn me a map
of how to get back to you.















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so i don't know who i am anymore.
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i use to be love-struck
now i'm just fucked up.
(and thanks for quoting that part since it helped me realize that wrote should be written...so thankyouthankyouu)
maybe if you had studied cardiology instead.
you could figure out how to mend a broken heart
that was just beautiful, seriously amazing.
--
Dreams can come true, but never fantasies, if you nurture a fantasy, it'll most likely get broken.
Simply amazing.
Your words are vivid,
it's smooth and gorgeous.
<3
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And it burns a hole through everyone that feels it
-Blue and Yellow, The Used
and I don't think graphology works, either. it just doesn't make sense to me.
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i really wish i had a fish.
and you are wonderful...
sosososo much!!!
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