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Dear X,
i. sometimes, when I see your name on my cell phone screen,
I smile.
other times, I just
cry.
(I usually can't tell which one of us
I'm crying for.)
ii. you've always been like glass. probably the broken kind.
always so smooth and shining like
the most radiant star
too bad someone let you fall to the ground
and s h a t t e r .
(then again some of the most
beautiful things are broken)
iii. when I think of you, I think of rockets and stars
and the way the moon shined on the lake
sometimes I wake myself up at the sight of you
but your face is so beautifully t r a g i c
I simply can't look away
iv. sometimes I remember all the midnight phonecalls
and the way your hushed voice sounded
as I talked to you next to my window, bathed in
m o o n l i g h t . those were some
of the most beautiful nights of my life.
v. sometimes I wish I could hold your hand in the dark again,
with your sweatshirt wrapped around us
to keep us warm.
(I never would have guessed
you were what made me cold in the first place.)
vi. once in a while, I wished you could see voices.
I pictured your voice as a supernova
-so beautifully tragic and devastating and destructive
it could
blow the whole world
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i. sometimes, when I see your name on my cell phone screen,
I smile.
other times, I just
cry.
(I usually can't tell which one of us
I'm crying for.)
ii. you've always been like glass. probably the broken kind.
always so smooth and shining like
the most radiant star
too bad someone let you fall to the ground
and s h a t t e r .
(then again some of the most
beautiful things are broken)
iii. when I think of you, I think of rockets and stars
and the way the moon shined on the lake
sometimes I wake myself up at the sight of you
but your face is so beautifully t r a g i c
I simply can't look away
iv. sometimes I remember all the midnight phonecalls
and the way your hushed voice sounded
as I talked to you next to my window, bathed in
m o o n l i g h t . those were some
of the most beautiful nights of my life.
v. sometimes I wish I could hold your hand in the dark again,
with your sweatshirt wrapped around us
to keep us warm.
(I never would have guessed
you were what made me cold in the first place.)
vi. once in a while, I wished you could see voices.
I pictured your voice as a supernova
-so beautifully tragic and devastating and destructive
it could
blow the whole world
a w a y
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Drug.
one.
You had me at 'hello.'
two.
The only thing prettier than your words is
you.
But then, I guess you're a lie too.
three.
Your parents always told me I wasn't
pretty enough
for you.
You never argued.
four.
We curled together in you room during a hurricane and
we'd ask each other what one word meant to us and then look it up in the dictionary.
You asked me what 'love' meant and I told you, 'Love isn't a noun, genius. It's an emotion. It's like static electricity.'
But sure enough, you proved me wrong. You taught me that love is just another noun.
five.
You told me I was like static electricity, just like love. I guess I just
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you created a suicide
i introduced myself to disappointment again tonight. accompanied by an old friend, sadness. we loomed under my waterfall of tears, letting them drip down the lips of leaves from my mind's trees. they tasted like salt and rust and the scent still clogs my nose, making it difficult to breathe.
for a while you had loved me for me, and i you. looking into your old eyes now i see that i could have stopped it. stopped myself from falling in love with you and the sunshine that is your soul. i could have stopped everything in it's tracks and made a choice to never let myself get hurt.
i'm in so much pain, tonight.
disappointment has drowned me in
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paint.
i told you that i liked boys who smoked cigarettes,
because then i knew that they needed something.
i told you that i liked roses without the thorns,
because then they wouldnt hurt so much when they got picked.
i told you that i liked it when you held my hands
because i didnt feel quite so lonely, not quite.
i told you that i'd love you 'til the stars exploded
and the clouds devoured us- and you said nothing.
you said nothing.
***
(here's a little history.)
in vietnam people hurt other people.
people burned themselves-
(i wish i was that brave.)
they threw chemicals and hid in the ground
and laughed when the others cried.
its
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I've been in a kind of funky mood lately. I hope it goes away.
I also hope you're all well. Happy Friday.
I also hope you're all well. Happy Friday.
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this is beautiful. :]
i got caught when i started reading from the little preview.
that's when you know a writing is good. <3
i got caught when i started reading from the little preview.
that's when you know a writing is good. <3