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I used to wonder about the grass and how it clung to your clothes, marking them green with envy. It left a quiet trace of something so alive on the shell of someone who had forgotten how to be a part of the living. The grass, like clay, would mold around your body, only the imprint of a boy remaining. It would keep that way for days and I often question whether that was Mother Nature's way of giving you a place to call home; a place you could slip into and hide away.
I asked you if I could hold your hand while you waged wars with the hole in your heart, the deep pocket that would never be filled. You held on as long as you could, keeping me up on nights I really should have been sleeping, and I clung to every piece of you my fingers could carry. I knew I should let you fold yourself into the pocket of your heart, but I always thought I could find a place in mine. I had enough room, but you just wouldn't fit comfortably, like the chair we tried fitting in the trunk of the car. You could squeeze and shift to situate yourself in the left-hand corner, but it wasn't where you wanted to be.
When I heard from a friend of a friend of mine that you found a new someone who could take your breath away and make you dance under twilight stars, I wasn't surprised. There are a million people who can make you feel on top of the world, but only a select few who can make you feel like you're not alone up there.
Sometimes I think about the grass and the smell of your skin, I listen to the rain and have decided that if heartbreak could make an audible sound, it would be the rain on a summer day. Something delicate, yet needed, if only to make the grass grow green.
I asked you if I could hold your hand while you waged wars with the hole in your heart, the deep pocket that would never be filled. You held on as long as you could, keeping me up on nights I really should have been sleeping, and I clung to every piece of you my fingers could carry. I knew I should let you fold yourself into the pocket of your heart, but I always thought I could find a place in mine. I had enough room, but you just wouldn't fit comfortably, like the chair we tried fitting in the trunk of the car. You could squeeze and shift to situate yourself in the left-hand corner, but it wasn't where you wanted to be.
When I heard from a friend of a friend of mine that you found a new someone who could take your breath away and make you dance under twilight stars, I wasn't surprised. There are a million people who can make you feel on top of the world, but only a select few who can make you feel like you're not alone up there.
Sometimes I think about the grass and the smell of your skin, I listen to the rain and have decided that if heartbreak could make an audible sound, it would be the rain on a summer day. Something delicate, yet needed, if only to make the grass grow green.
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growing up.
five a.m and we were strolling down the sidewalks, like mice or streelights dancing. we pretended to be special and when you looked at the sky and said, all of my dreams are of this
i tried to understand. when we were eight years old you pushed me, too hard, and i fell and my knees bled and i was a baby begging for someone to hold me. but you just looked at me and said, you know, you have to hurt sometimes.
you'll never grow up otherwise.
and i didn't understand and i didn't want to try to.
five years later and here we are, you in whoknowswhere chasing the sky with some guy that's going to abandon you for someone better someday, maybe tod
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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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this.
you have shaded eyes quiet smile dark hair love ─
and I could do anything
if it wasn't for you.
collapse the borders on the edge of my vision;
everything's faded out to black shards.
It's cliché and stupid and it won't mean a thing to you, but I know
I won't be able to breathe when you leave tomorrow.
the shield whispering around my skin
was untouchable, I thought, perfect;
no one would be able to get in.
But you passed right through without even trying.
arou
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