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i.
i have searched maps, road signs,
songs, hearts. i have opened my eyes
and my hands to the rain, fairytales
singing in my ears. i have closed my eyes
and let my nightmares and demons
find me, i have
screamed on the insides, heart
barely beating. i have dreamed
of my own destruction, whispered
into the silence, prayed for the answer -
ii.
could i ask you for one last favor?
when you're sad, remember the way
i would hug you. when you're laughing,
remember that my laughter doesn't sound
the same without yours. when you're lonely,
remember that i tried to fill your empty spaces. remember
that i'd fall for you if it saved you from the
scratches, remember the color of my eyes,
remember the sound of my breathing. remember
the good and the bad, remember the secrets
and the inside jokes and the songs we listened to.
remember all the things we understood
without ever saying, remember
that i love you.
and please,
remember me.
iii.
i have forgotten how to fall asleep
without the pitter-patter of your
heartbeat, without the secrets
hidden in the folds of your eyes. my lungs
have forgotten how to breathe
without you there, without your ribs
to support me. my eyes have forgotten
how to see without the light
from you. my heart has forgotten
how to feel without the needles
and the petals from your touch,
and i have forgotten how to live without you.
iv.
you know i'm afraid of heights.
the fall scares me. i feel off balance,
and my heart races at the thought of
free-falling without a cushion underneath.
everything in me clenches, everything in me
wants to scream -
but i would've jumped off a building for you.
v.
i have searched maps and roadsigns
and prayed for the answer -
but there is no way back to you.
i have searched maps, road signs,
songs, hearts. i have opened my eyes
and my hands to the rain, fairytales
singing in my ears. i have closed my eyes
and let my nightmares and demons
find me, i have
screamed on the insides, heart
barely beating. i have dreamed
of my own destruction, whispered
into the silence, prayed for the answer -
ii.
could i ask you for one last favor?
when you're sad, remember the way
i would hug you. when you're laughing,
remember that my laughter doesn't sound
the same without yours. when you're lonely,
remember that i tried to fill your empty spaces. remember
that i'd fall for you if it saved you from the
scratches, remember the color of my eyes,
remember the sound of my breathing. remember
the good and the bad, remember the secrets
and the inside jokes and the songs we listened to.
remember all the things we understood
without ever saying, remember
that i love you.
and please,
remember me.
iii.
i have forgotten how to fall asleep
without the pitter-patter of your
heartbeat, without the secrets
hidden in the folds of your eyes. my lungs
have forgotten how to breathe
without you there, without your ribs
to support me. my eyes have forgotten
how to see without the light
from you. my heart has forgotten
how to feel without the needles
and the petals from your touch,
and i have forgotten how to live without you.
iv.
you know i'm afraid of heights.
the fall scares me. i feel off balance,
and my heart races at the thought of
free-falling without a cushion underneath.
everything in me clenches, everything in me
wants to scream -
but i would've jumped off a building for you.
v.
i have searched maps and roadsigns
and prayed for the answer -
but there is no way back to you.
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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promise to play this on silent
hello
just promise me youre listening.
since once you get used to being ignored for long enough, its nice to pretend that you could be something. that you could say something that matters. and that somewhere, someone is listening. and for now, ill make believe that youll make everything better. that the air will taste like sunshine even though its been raining for days. or that my heart isnt disconnected and that maybe my lips will get the message. or even that for the next two and half minutes youll love me.
ill make believe.
ill make believe you.
ill make believe you c
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the past is just practice.
we spent last summer blowing kisses that never made it to their destinations. and now i dont know what to say to you to make all those wasted words seem right. its like we were waiting for our first kiss but neither of us had the guts to make the first move so instead we lay side by side not touching, not moving, breathing on opposite intervals. id say your name but you werent listening. youd whisper i love you but you didnt mean it. it was summer and you should have tried smiling with your eyes.
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last autumn, we were flying paper airplanes with our wishes into the wind but they kept coming back to us.
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i actually am afraid of heights.
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i actually am afraid of heights.
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sorry.
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that part about falling~ OMG
I ALMOST BROKE DOWN INTO A CRYING HAPPINESS WHEN I READ IT! AND I WOULD'VE HAD IT NOT BEEN 2:00 AM AND EVERYONE IN MY HOUSE WAS ASLEEP >:U
and then..i read the ending.
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MAK EET STAHP I'M GUNNA DIEE D.'.':
I ALMOST BROKE DOWN INTO A CRYING HAPPINESS WHEN I READ IT! AND I WOULD'VE HAD IT NOT BEEN 2:00 AM AND EVERYONE IN MY HOUSE WAS ASLEEP >:U
and then..i read the ending.
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MAK EET STAHP I'M GUNNA DIEE D.'.':