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it's a quick drive to where we live.I know you don't believe in beautiful things. In fact, I know you don't believe in much of anything. I swear that's okay, because what I'm asking of you isn't meant to be built on blind faith – it isn't meant to be a split second decision. I'll give you the time you need.

Everything is brighter from the passenger seat of your old four door sedan with the black paint chipping off the front bumper, rust eating through the edges and corners of the doors. I've never seen so many shades and tints of green as I have curving around the sides of these country roads with you – too fast, too slow, too here then gone. When you drive fast enou

these feelings should be finiteI'm terrified and I know there's nothing unique about this, but I'm standing here completely out of touch with the rest of the world, realizing for the first time that we all feel things a little bit differently, which is why this doesn't hurt for you at all. I figure the only logical reason for how you could do this as if it means nothing was if it really did mean nothing at all for you. It's easier to hate you this way. It's easier to forget you without the burn of your kiss against my skin. It's easier to stay mad if I don't have to remember the way that it felt. Most of all, I can forget this as if it's a memory in someone else's lifetime

i'd call it love, if it wasn't suffocating.every time it rains,
i think of you.

because that's all there is--
the wind,
the water
and a quick breath of air
before we all go under.

every time it rains,
i swear i'm drowning.

the last sentence I started like thisI 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.

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_{that saved me.

yes. it's another one of these. i just like making them.
this one might need extra work someday.
but i like the words i think
which are:

i’m just a mess of scribbled veins sprawled incoherently
entwined in the most illegible love letter you’ll ever read

i’m secret smiles hidden behind dirty palms
hesitant kisses after the sun has gone
since i’m always worried i’ll do something wrong

but...
i’m the girl who’s in love with you
and your oceanic arteries swallowing every breath i take
or the way the constellations have collected on your cheekbones
and the earthquakes that rumble through your bones and straight to my heart
since no one else has ever moved me this way

this is how you became the whole world to me.

(also. sometimes i tumble: [link] --it's nothing special and i just started. i'm still trying to figure out what i'm doinggg)}

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~ClioStorm Jan 26, 2012 Student Writer

featured here: [link]

(I love typography and this is just beautiful

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~paperheartsyndrome Jan 26, 2012 Writer

thank you. i feel so honored! and you're completely wonderful. (:

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~meeden Apr 29, 2011

love the style of writing, blend of words that form emotions and colors that warm - wonderful

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!XxForgottenFailurexX Jan 6, 2011 Student Traditional Artist

I wish I had something have as lovely to say to my dearest. I'm glad that he likes what I can say to him though... :3

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~paperheartsyndrome Jan 17, 2011 Writer

i think that's even better then.
words are just words without the meaning.

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!XxForgottenFailurexX Jan 19, 2011 Student Traditional Artist

That is very true. I hope you continue with your word art-- it's the poetry that just blows my mind.

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~Invizibiz Jan 6, 2011 Hobbyist Digital Artist

I am loving all of these types of things you have going one. <3 so romantic.

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~paperheartsyndrome Jan 17, 2011 Writer

thanks so much <3

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~shadowyfox1 Aug 31, 2010 Hobbyist Writer

i wish i could write things as beautiful as you D; i would be so happy.

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~StickANeedleInMyEye Jul 14, 2010

Your work featured here

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