incompletewe used to hold hands and i would call you baby. now, when you come into the store where i work you only glare at me in a way that makes me even more uncomfortable than i thought i could ever be in my dirty black apron. i just grin and wave, and try to convince myself that it doesn't matter. but it does. i still love you.incomplete
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it's odd counting the months that we've been apart, and you've been with him, and you've hated me. it's odd to remember the one evening after school when i held your hand and you told me, "this feels right." but all i could think about was how wrong it was. all i kno
two months is a long time nowyou can put that sandwich in my hand, but you can't make me eat it. you can drag me by the ear to our destination, but you can't make me enjoy it. i wish everyone i hated was as ugly as you.two months is a long time now
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not everybody you meet is ugly. they aren't all beautiful, either. "because this world isn't fair!"
and neither are any of the other worlds. but i can find peace in your sunflower-eyes.
hold me back from what i want and kick me in the ass so that i land right before what i dont.
"this is not one of your little books where everything ends
Sunflowers in the skyContemporarily. No, it isn't a word. but to me it has meaning, like some things in life never will. also it is long, and lasts on the tip of my tongue, just like some things in my life never will.Sunflowers in the sky
Love was supposed to be golden and amazing and worth it. You made everything so dark brown and dreadful and empty for me. In this real life, in this real heart, i know that i will never love anyone the way that i loved you. You were so fake and undeserving, yet i can't feel anything for anyone other than you.
And here i am, using lines off my favorite songs. i never thought an
losing the lostI keep forgetting everything we were about. At first, it was impossible. An entire year of your life can't just be forgotten in a moment; but over time it's become easier to forget than to remember. It's been really easy to see you lately, and to smile and say something nice. I find it nice how you've stopped berating me with nasty comments and you can stand for me to exist again.losing the lost
Then came along this... "tumor." I can't bring myself to believe it. I read and reread the text in my inbox, and it just doesn't seem real. This girl was my bestfriend, and then one of the best and worst things i've ever loved. It has taken
God's CanvasI should haveI should have told you how much I love the wayI should have
your fingers glide up my hips, and my worries are swept off and to the linoleum floor .
I should have told you how much I feel like I didn't get the chance to kiss you enough today, and how my bones ache when i lay on the mattress, and the warmth usually radiating for your fingertips, and your collar bones and your knee caps is the only thing I can think about as I hug my thighs and shiver.
I should have told you how wonderful you are at being a million times more wonderful than anyone I've ever met in my entire life
Just Passing Through It's a bit hard to tell you this story. Strolling through the streets of conformity, lost like a fish broken out of school Cutting, and Racing SharksJust Passing Through
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LOOK, FOOL--"LOOK, FOOL— I LOVE YOU." —the little girl screams (and shouts and sobs), but she's not a little girl anymore, if she's old enough to love you like this. Love you with her clear, fierce gaze and fists balled at her sides while you're backed against a wall six lonely feet away. Love you with angry tears rolling down her cheeks like molten everything she's ever wanted which is you, you, oh god, you. Pan to the sidelines, where her two friends watch and bicker and mock like, "this is love?"LOOK, FOOL--
If this is love, then (the two onlookers don't want to be in love, their h
ignorance + arrogance = pissed
Disgust
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