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"run away with me."
"we don't have to run. i'll show you the way. just hold my hand."
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have you ever loved someone so intensely that every part of you aches just to look at them?
your entire body literally shakes with want and fear and need
and there are a thousand thoughts pulsing through your restless mind
and every breath you take is like a sharp, heaving gulp of winter ocean,
but somehow,
some way,
you can hardly manage a faint trembling "hello".
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i think if you touched me, i might break into a million pieces.
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every time i close my eyes, i'm kissing your long eyelashes and curling into your chest,
and when i wake up,
i can hardly imagine it isn't real.
Literature
Dear Poetry,
I am trying to cover my sadness with words.
Tape them against my scars
& wear them like worthy paper cuts.
My tears are alcohol swabs, burning & cleansing
wounds of my own making. Sometimes,
I wish I could hide behind them forever.
But not even this journeyed flesh can stand
castle strong against speechless ink stains.
I know the code. This body does not deserve
a warriors death. & poetry, you're a monster
a creative monster, but evil nonetheless.
I wish to string you into knots, force feed you
down the throats of others. De-format you
& leave you empty; freeversed-
to hang loosely along the heartstrings
of strangers
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Your Flaws are Beautiful
Your Flaws are Beautiful
I honestly can't stand you
And your beautiful words,
The way they sing
And flow,
And the way
You just cut into your skin
And let yourself leak out.
You are too perfectly
Imperfect,
Your flaws are beautiful
And oh so real,
And your story is one
That is impossible to tell.
Your story tells itself.
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i'm telling myself not to get my hopes up.
It's been a long time since I felt like this.
It's all small kicks of my heartbeat
and subtle smiles when no one's looking.
I'm checking my phone messages
more times than any girl should,
but you're not letting me down.
You remind me of a time when things were easy
before I memorized what sadness felt like
and stopped feeling alive.
And for the first time, I don't feel broken
in a way that can't be fixed.
I don't feel like I was built in a way
that doesn't fit.
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