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"breathe,"
he tells her, because
that is all he can
think to say-
their hands stem
into each other
like cross-stitches,
lily-white and
puckered with veins
and
{she can't
hear him
over her
own
singing}
"mm," she hums
and it comes out
like broken song,
melodies stripped
of their warmth,
like a piano
of bones.
"okay." he says,
tracing her skin.
time is running
on weeping
heels,
and its
like he's
looking
at her
from behind
all he
can do is
watch as she
"there's rain
in your hair."
he gasps, because
the sky is bluer
than her lips
which are bluer
than her eyes
and they
are closing,
slowly,
gently-
her hair is
as wet as his eyes,
and all he can think
to say
this time
is
he tells her, because
- her lips are bluer
than her eyes
that is all he can
think to say-
their hands stem
into each other
like cross-stitches,
lily-white and
puckered with veins
and
- "breathe, you have to breathe."
{she can't
hear him
over her
own
singing}
"mm," she hums
and it comes out
like broken song,
melodies stripped
of their warmth,
- thin and hopeless-
like a piano
of bones.
"okay." he says,
tracing her skin.
time is running
on weeping
heels,
and its
like he's
looking
at her
from behind
- a wall of glass
all he
can do is
watch as she
- d i s a p p e a r s
"there's rain
in your hair."
he gasps, because
the sky is bluer
than her lips
which are bluer
than her eyes
and they
are closing,
slowly,
gently-
her hair is
as wet as his eyes,
and all he can think
to say
this time
is
- "oh,"
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please let me get what i want.
For two hundred and eighty four days, I woke up. I woke up with this bone-deep ache that never went away. I woke up to an incessant question playing in my mind that would never be answered. I woke up alone.
For two hundred and eighty four days, I woke up without you when I woke up at all. The thing about time is that it never does make anything better. It just means more space to think. It means sleepless nights trying to figure it all out. When it went wrong. How to make it better. It means slowly losing my mind. But it never once meant getting over you.
It's funny how the things you think you've forgotten always come rushing back when you
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i swear i'm done
i am yours out of
habit but habits can be
easily broken
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read this without breathing
Don't call me beautiful.
This isn't some over the counter form of self-deprecation. It's truth in a full-informed prescription. Maybe you've figured this out by now and I'm wasting my words telling you, but darling, I'm an acidic mess and I promise I'll burn holes through your best intentions. Read this as the label marked "warning." Or maybe I'm a battlefield and honestly, blow by blow, you're killing me. But usually, I'm simply a one-way road that dead-ends at your doorstep and I'm crashing into you.
I swear we do the worst things to each other in the worst and most nonsensical ways.
Don't pretend I'm clever.
I'm just recycled words fro
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