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the sky is all ashes today, painted black with the burnt ruins with what-used-to-be.
words are all i have left, so i guess i should say them, even if you'll never hear them:
i would've painted the world pink for you, just to make you smile [even though we both know i'd rather it be blue]. i would've jumped off a bridge with you, felt the wind screaming into my skin and fear rushing through my being, just to hold your hand. i would've ripped down all my glass walls if it meant you'd let me in.
we could've drawn a map of the world and then, maybe, we wouldn't feel so lost. but we'd probably screw it up anyway since we're both bad at directions, but hey, it'd be a laugh, right?
and i'd do anything to hear your laugh.
we could've drawn hearts onto the backs of our hands just to match. we could've caught dragonflies in the summer, and i'd tell you maybe they know what happy feels like.
you would've understood.
we could've hidden under the covers during the thunderstorms, and i'd tell you how i love lightning but i'm scared to death of thunder.
we could've stayed up far-too-late and talked secrets, and i would've asked if you could carry me, sometimes, because sometimes i weigh too much for myself to handle. and then i would've told you that i'd always be there for you, even when it's chaos, even when no one else is listening to you.
except your laugh isn't meant for me anymore, and hearts were never meant to stay. the thunderstorms always lasted too long, anyway, and happiness was burned with everything else.
except you don't want me there for you, anyway.
words are all i have left, so i guess i should say them, even if you'll never hear them:
i would've painted the world pink for you, just to make you smile [even though we both know i'd rather it be blue]. i would've jumped off a bridge with you, felt the wind screaming into my skin and fear rushing through my being, just to hold your hand. i would've ripped down all my glass walls if it meant you'd let me in.
we could've drawn a map of the world and then, maybe, we wouldn't feel so lost. but we'd probably screw it up anyway since we're both bad at directions, but hey, it'd be a laugh, right?
and i'd do anything to hear your laugh.
we could've drawn hearts onto the backs of our hands just to match. we could've caught dragonflies in the summer, and i'd tell you maybe they know what happy feels like.
you would've understood.
we could've hidden under the covers during the thunderstorms, and i'd tell you how i love lightning but i'm scared to death of thunder.
we could've stayed up far-too-late and talked secrets, and i would've asked if you could carry me, sometimes, because sometimes i weigh too much for myself to handle. and then i would've told you that i'd always be there for you, even when it's chaos, even when no one else is listening to you.
except your laugh isn't meant for me anymore, and hearts were never meant to stay. the thunderstorms always lasted too long, anyway, and happiness was burned with everything else.
except you don't want me there for you, anyway.
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opposite's day - collab.
i. today i ignored the dismal beating
in my chest [it held me closer than
you ever did] and chased after you
like a lopsided puppy,
watching your skylit legs sink into
shin-deep puddles with indefinable
bottoms. i looked as you left me
miles behind as i shouted
nonsensical wishes and
honeycombed thoughts to you.
[let's drop anchor and stop
this off-course ship with
a handful of windswept lies.]
ii. your eyes are like my mirror -
reflective, deflective, and unforgiving.
[the only way you'll speak to me
is without words.]
one of these days i will write
'ugly ugly ugly' on my forehead
so that on opposite's day,
those baby blu
Literature
living in your lies
dear girl
its like you dont even know you anymore. and when people talk about you, its almost as if you have no idea who theyre speaking about or whether any of what they say is true. its to the point where you started avoiding mirrors or catching your own eye in the reflection of windows, because you dont even recognize yourself anymore. maybe your hairs a mess and your clothes dont match, but at least you can keep pretending that youre not uncomfortable in your own skin. youve become a stranger and it scares you since youve always been most afraid of the things you don
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confessions of lostwithoutyou.
i'm not a liar. but i never told you that you always looked best in black. i liked how your skin would fade to a paler shade of perfection and your perfect teeth would glint a little brighter. and i could pretend for an evening that you were my black and white dream come true. and with you there would be no shades of inbetweens and no grays for us to get lost in. i never told you but it's true.
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i was never able to tell you, but i hate the way you cook your 'specialty' eggs. you always laughed over your shoulder and told me that they are the best food ill ever eat, that i was blessed to get the chance to taste them melt
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fail title.
sorry, or something.
sorry, or something.
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Gods your writing is so beautiful. I can relate to it so well too because it's just the style I love. Perhaps partly cause it's similar to mine in some ways. I just....love it so much??? It's like you can articulate the things I feel when I can't put them in words???