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spiderweb veins explode across her alabaster skin,
delicate as lace, yet destructive as a firework,
spreading like wildfire until she has nowhere else to run to.
the birds panic and beat against the walls of her rib cage, seeking escape.
sights-best-not-seen and years-best-not-spent etch canyons between her too fragile shoulder blades,
and bones peek through her yellowing epidermis like curious children, wishing to see the world from under their mother's skirt.
landslides fall from her eyes and pummel her eyelids to a faded purple-brown.
the crickets in her skull resist dreams of clouds and evergreens,
yet never let go of the horizon.
end.
delicate as lace, yet destructive as a firework,
spreading like wildfire until she has nowhere else to run to.
the birds panic and beat against the walls of her rib cage, seeking escape.
sights-best-not-seen and years-best-not-spent etch canyons between her too fragile shoulder blades,
and bones peek through her yellowing epidermis like curious children, wishing to see the world from under their mother's skirt.
landslides fall from her eyes and pummel her eyelids to a faded purple-brown.
the crickets in her skull resist dreams of clouds and evergreens,
yet never let go of the horizon.
end.
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i could be nothing
some days you look at me as if i am
worth remembering,
glances studying my face like a road map.
but mostly, i find your eyes stuck in the static
of the pavement, or lost
in the clouds
gathering before lightning.
and we never promise anything, just share the air like strangers
when we don't know what to say.
(it always ends with a silence more desolate
than broken trust.)
you said this is the calm before the storm
but what if
it never slows down
enough for me to notice
that there are days when we can exist
without doubting every second. you have a tendency to whisper
too quietly, leaving room for me to imagi
Literature
Sometimes I Wish
Sometimes, I wish I could forget.
Forget about how we would sit up in your bedroom and giggle in hushed voices,
Or forget how when you'd come over to my house we'd share secrets and wishes.
I wish I could forget how you'd tell me that I was beautiful, when really the beauty was always in you.
Sometimes, I wish I could forget.
Forget about all of our inside jokes, and how we spoke.
Or forget how I told you all my secrets and let you see everything in me.
I wish I could forget how much you knew.
Sometimes I wish I could forget.
Forget about how you'd always tell me that you wished you were better.
Or forget about how I always said t
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Distant Memories Of A Love Done Gone .
They say it's difficult to love someone
When you can't even love yourself.
But I loved you nonetheless,
The problem was I didn't know when to stop.
You kept sending me mixed signs
Making me dizzy until I
Couldn't know
Left right
Much less right
From wrong.
When our world started crumbling down and
T e a r i n g at the seams
It was so easy for you to let it fall apart.
But I, knowing no other kind of love,
desperately clung to the remaining bits,
Trying to put them back together.
Yet the pieces changed too much, too quickly,
They kept growing and
growing a p a r t,
until your world was only yours
and mine a hollow ech
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dedicated to my aunt, for fighting her illness even when she didn't see any reason to.
written to bon iver's 'blindsided' and 'the wolves.'
written to bon iver's 'blindsided' and 'the wolves.'
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This is truly wonderful. It hardly happens that I have nothing to criticize, but this is truly amazing.
Only little detail: Why everything in... uhm.... Yeah... lacking of words in english... Why everything with < em>?
Only little detail: Why everything in... uhm.... Yeah... lacking of words in english... Why everything with < em>?