i say a lot of things that maybe i don’t mean so while we were sleeping in glass covered streets. i was talking about being a lot like twenty four hours that are disappearing. like i could make something pretty or poetic out of the fact that i’m a complete waste of your time.
we were leaning against the curb trying not to cut our skin on the sharp pieces of our shattered reality as i said that we can’t age backwards and this is as young as we’re going to get and that you should just pretend i never happened. pretend i don’t exist because i can’t say what i should to you. i can’t say the words to fix this. i can’t say the things you deserve to hear anywhere but in our dreams. i can’t and i’m sorry.
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i believe a lot of things that i maybe know aren’t true so while we were lying among glittering blades of grass. i was counting all the stars in the sky and rationing my wishes so i could make one each night for the rest of my life. and the sky is painted in too-blues and almost-blacks with splatters of stars covering a celestial canvas. and it’s times like these that the night looks too beautiful for us to deserve.
and you talk in a too loud voice about how dreams should be spoken in whispers if we expect them to come true. so tonight, we’re twisting fingers and crossing hearts while i’m speaking three syllables that i shouldn’t trust in softer tones against your collarbone. since i can’t not believe that i’m falling. and i can’t not believe that maybe you’ll be the one to catch me. the truth is maybe four letter words are dangerous and maybe i do believe in them even when i shouldn’t.
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i do a lot of things that i maybe know i shouldn’t so while we were sitting in the middle of your wrinkled comforter. i was falling in and out of love with the way your lips move when you talk or the way your eyes crease in the corners when you smile. and it’s like i can’t stop myself from stumbling so i quickly force myself to regain any semblance of balance before i’m upside-down-inside-out in love with you.
tonight, i feel like a collection of wire nerves and formica bones and other things that probably shouldn’t make up a girl with a heart that beats twice as fast as she stutters out denials and disbeliefs. i feel manufactured and packaged for easy assembly but i’m still so afraid that i won’t be put together in a way that will let you and i fit the way i want us to. so i’m cracking my joints and bending my bones to make my hand fit into yours. i know i shouldn’t but i’m biting my bottom lip as i lean closer to you. i know i shouldn’t but i’m quickly forgetting what i should and shouldn’t say or think or do. and maybe. maybe. maybe. i could be good at being in love with you.
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no scraps, that would be terrible.
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I think you're a boy with eyes like wishing wells that never come true.
When it's almost a heartbeat away from silence she curls up in closets and the lack of oxygen makes her feel like she can fly.
of course its not your best but it is still very lovely
This was.. wow. I don't even know which words to use.
Beautiful.
Stellar.
Stunning.
Fantastic.
Gorgeous.
Breath-taking.
.. That's a phrase, actually. You'llgetoveritandgetthepointandyou'lllikeit. (:
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I'll visit your bones next century.
I really connect with this one and I love it despite all the typos.
I love the bittersweet note (that's more sweet than bitter) that you ended it on.
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i especially loved the beginnings of each paragraph
especially especially
i do a lot of things that i maybe know i shouldn’t so while we were sitting in the middle of your wrinkled comforter.
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we will fold and freeze together far away from here.thank you so much.
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please don't allow your voice to fade.
and i'm glad you think so.
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please don't allow your voice to fade.
and yay!!! thanks for all the words.
it made me smile.
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please don't allow your voice to fade.
and yay to no scraps. (:
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I think you're a boy with eyes like wishing wells that never come true.
When it's almost a heartbeat away from silence she curls up in closets and the lack of oxygen makes her feel like she can fly.
and YES! typos. i need this over like ten times before i posted it and missed them all. I just reread it now and found a few so hopefully that fixed it up.
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please don't allow your voice to fade.
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