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hearts are for rebuilding_ci.hearts are for rebuilding_c4 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
when i remember you, i remember the way you laughed when i mixed up teaspoons and tablespoons.
i remember the way you refused to eat the cake because you said it was too salty and the way i stood crying over the sink when i shoved it down the disposal. i remember how you left me standing in the middle of the floured, sugared, baked-on-mess kitchen to finish the tivo-game, patting me on the back and saying ‘nice try.’
it was when i was wiping my tears with the back of my hand that i best remember holding my heart close, telling it ‘nice try.’ maybe next time we’d fall in love with someone who saw us when they loo
this love is better lost_c.Kissing you feels like falling into fresh-out-of-the-dryer sheets and begging them to smother me because the world looks better through closed eyes and it's nicer to be warm and dead than freezing and alive.this love is better lost_c.4 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
Kissing you is like jumping out of the plane only to realize that you forgot the parachute and the world is coming up fast and it sounds beautiful to die thinking about love but it doesn’t really matter because poetic death is still death in the end.
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Holding you feels soft and painless and I think that maybe life isn't all that bad, but I'd rather be wandering about in the dark places of my mind, painting my own worlds, than bei
and i'm learning.if we could be together: i think i’d like to press my lips to the hollow of your neck. i think i’d like to linger, breathing in the sweat and salt and soap that smells just so inexplicably like you.and i'm learning.4 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
if we could be together: i think i’d like to close my eyes and run my fingers over your face, memorize the dips and angles and the full curve of your lips. i think i’d like to be able to brand each separate feature on my fingertips.
if we could be together: i think i’d like to sit in your lap, let your arms hold me close. i think i’d like to curl against you, bring the sensation of protection in as close as our bodi
pulling a u-turn.i am what happens when vinegar meets baking soda.pulling a u-turn.4 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
i am the moment of ‘holy shit i lost my keys,’ the ‘i never meant to say that.’ i am the tripping over shoelaces and the fumbling my drink. i am the spilling my coffee and the biting my tongue.
i am not a mistake, but i’m not planned. i am not a regret, but i’m not something to be grateful for. i am the average smile you look over on the bus, the shoulder you off-handedly apologize for bumping into. i’m there, but i’m not noticeable, i’m alive but i’m flying under the radar.
i am the ‘wait, how long have you worked here?’ and the &
pretty words, dead flowers_ci want a boy that makes me weak in the elbows.pretty words, dead flowers_c4 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
i want him to drive a red camaro and put pens behind his ear because he’s scared he’ll think of something he needs to say when there’s no one around. i want him to never hesitate to hug me from behind or throw me over his shoulder and spin me until i swallow my spine. i want him to mess up my hair and pinch my cheek and then kiss me until my teeth are shaking and my nerves are smoking. i don’t know where he is yet, but i know i’ll find him.
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well, i won't make you weak in the elbows, but i can make you weak in your ribcage; i can tame the struggling butterflies and te
we're chasing sounds_cdear derek,we're chasing sounds_c4 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
you are beautiful in the way of parked cars with frosted windows and statues with moss trailing up the leg. you are fascinating but unattainable, with blank-shot eyes and lips that are made to smile but never do. like having a monet turned towards the wall. i think if you’d let me i could tug those lips up in the corner, i could warm you from the inside out, i could chip away the ice and turn you belly-side up in the sunlight. i think about it when you’re rubbing your hard-angled cheeks or staring at the clock like it means something more than the warm-flesh bodies around you. i don’t expect you to let me, but i
standing at the corner.dear mr. wrong,standing at the corner.4 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
we are not oil and water, but we’re certainly not water and salt. we manage to live in a way that is completely detached, coming together to only ping slowly (pinging reluctantly; i will give you that) apart.
there was a time that i imagined kissing you would be the moment of ‘aha’ in my life, that the scales on my eyes would shed and i’d see the true colors bleeding around me.
but it wasn’t, was it?
it was dull, lips searching (searching desperately; i’ve never lied to you before, i promise to not start now) for something that just wasn’t there. we started no fires, no music, no bright
this one's for you.because you are keeping my legs from folding.this one's for you.4 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
because when i am tired, i am leaning on you, when i am sad, i am crawling into your comfort. because you are hooking my lips and pulling them into a smile, building a fire in the belly of my soul and warming me from the inside out.
because when i am lost, you are pointing in the right direction, when i am shaking, you’re holding my hand and whispering it will be alright.
and because when i’m incoherent you’re closing your eyes and saying my rambling sounds a little like a creek. because when i’m jumping from thought to thought without leaving a trail, you’re laughing a
jeremy lives in the present.jeremy is the type of man who is scared that if he falls between the lines of sanity and dreams, he might never find his feet. he is the type of man who runs all the way home in his suit because he thinks he’s chased by demons. he swears the only time they fell asleep was when she ran her fingers up and down his piano-ribs.jeremy lives in the present.4 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
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jeremy is the type of man who has always been ten pounds below slender, who has always had hair two inches longer than chic and spiderweb-fingers strong enough to make a woman wonder. he is the type of man who wears clothes that are always this side of wrinkled with his grandfather’s watch in one of his pocke
good thing we're fools.“I think I might love you.”good thing we're fools.4 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
“I think that’s a stupid thing to say, why would you say something like that?”
“Because when you look at me my toes curl and my stomach flutters.”
“Is that a quote from a book?”
“No. I don’t think so. I don’t know. It all gets a little mixed up sometimes.”
“So you love me like they love in books.”
“Question or statement?”
“Your choice.”
“Question, then. And, yes. I love you like Scarlett loves Rhett, like Elizabeth loves Mr. Darcy, like-”
“Stop, just stop. Don’t love me like that. What happens
then again, maybe.maybe i am the reason this bed is emptyemptyempty but for one.then again, maybe.4 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
maybe i am the explanation for the way the tires are peeling out or the way you’ve already changed your voicemail to ‘me’ instead of ‘we.’ maybe i am the excuse for the way our love has a white flag and is curled in the corner, calling mercymercymercy.
maybe i am the poison-tongue and killing-hands that you tell me i am, maybe you deserve someone who doesn’t unravel like yarn in the afternoon, click their tongue against their mouth and expect you to help gather the pieces and put them back together in the evening.
maybe i am toomuchtoomuchtoomuch f
even when i knew it would.it’s like waiting a million years to takeeven when i knew it would.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
your first breath of water. your skin is
alive with a thousand lights only to die
when they all burn out.
and, oh, you’ve waited! a wild, desperate
need and ache and desire that has laced
through you, bubbling through your veins
and fooling you into believing that there
is, was, should be more.
so when you reach your fingers forward,
this love, this feverish flame turns to ash
beneath your touch, dissolving into the
wind. and the floor drops out, pitches
you forward into the wild yonder of
hopelessness, helplessness, loneliness.
and you close your eyes, you claw out
your
losing myself.it’s the morning and i’m lying on my bed.losing myself.4 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
i’m listening to the sun raining through my window, the birds chirping, the sound of me losing my feet and finding my dreamer’s bone.
my pillow smells like you, like lust, like finding something worth dreaming about.
in a few minutes i’ll get up, pour myself a cup of coffee, dance in socks around the kitchen, take this new feeling blossoming in my chest and hold it tight.
but for now, i’ll smile, kiss you awake, trace the angles of your chest. but for now, i’ll bask in you.
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it’s the afternoon and i’m sitting at my desk.
i’m staring at a blank
you're not prince charming.“Do you remember the first time we met?”you're not prince charming.4 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
“Sure thing, it was that barbeque a few summers back. I was wearing jeans and you were wearing a stained skirt. You’d tripped over your shoelaces that you’d forgotten to tie and knocked over the ketchup. How could I forget that graceful creature?”
“I remember that you were wearing a cornflower-blue shirt that matched your eyes and I only tripped because you’d smiled at me. I still have that skirt somewhere. And I remember that you danced with your five-year-old cousin because she’d asked. I’ve never seen anything sweeter in my life.”
“I rem
i wish i could.i wish i was a clichei wish i could.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
so my paper heart wouldn't
bleed anything but ink
i'll come home.dear holly,i'll come home.4 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
the plane is rolling away and i can still see you waving. you are so beautiful, do you know that? your hair is fluttering at the temples and i can see you’re crying, but don’t worry, baby, i’ll be home soon. i know how this looks, the way the door shutting me off is so final, but it’ll open again and you’ll be running down the airport terminal and i’ll be there to catch you.
count the days until i come home, i’ll be counting them with you.
love,
me
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dear charlie,
i’m home and the house is empty without you. it feels like the walls are exhaling in regret and it’s a bitter feeling
you eBayed your soul.you’re looking to me to find all your answers and i’m running out of words to feed you.you eBayed your soul.4 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
you’re starving and clawing at your throat and damn it, can’t you see that i’m already picking apart regurgitated advice to try and meet your needy demands? you don’t seem to care. you don’t seem to care that i’m needling together your next excuse in your self-abuse-sweatshop while you faint in air-conditioned-patios. you don’t seem to care that you’re wrapping yourself in my afghan-rug-warmth and leaving me rubbing moth-eaten-hands together to try and spark a flame.
and to be honest, i am selfish and gre
try to understand.“so, i guess that’s that.”try to understand.4 years ago in Children and Teen More Like This
“i guess it is.”
“i want you to know that i’m going to think about you. every night.”
“i imagine i’ll think about you too.”
“i’ll probably cry in my pillow when our song comes on my shuffle and i’ll dig up that picture i buried in the back of my closet when i threw away the rest.”
“why will you keep it?”
“because we look happy and somewhere down the road i’ll be happier for having kept it. not at first, because at first it’s going to sting like hell. which is why i’ll bury it. but in the middle of the night
if i'm not living with youmy eyelashes are tied into knots and my lips are stapled together. i’m laying in the middle of the floor and i’m realizing that my hips are disintegrating from lack of use. my knees are knocking together and melting, my shoulder blades are flying towards one another but never touching. and my throat is simply rusting over from all the sea air i’ve been gulping trying to keep my lungs from suicide jumping.if i'm not living with you4 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
{i cannot live without you, my body can’t stand the abuse of neglect}
my eyes are turning to salt and dissolving down my cheeks, burning the cracks in my chapped lips, leaving white traces along my jaw. my hair is snarl
this might be foolish.forty-nine hours ago: we were pressing fingers together through frosted windowpanes, laughing at our reflections and sticking out tongues through frost-bitten teeth. we were gently whispering through the snow to kiss the glass, the intimacy of our own breath steaming down our throats never able to take the place of what we imagine it’d be like to breathe each other’s carbon dioxide.this might be foolish.4 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
thirty-five hours ago: we were running down fields clutching dandelions between our fingers, throwing our heads back to expose our neck to the whipping wind and trusting it not cut the slender expanse of it. we were tumbling down the grassy knolls and l
it's not what you think.this is just a bruise, don’t you understand? i drank too many diet cokes too quickly, i stood up when i should have been lying down, i stared at the sun for too long. i ran too long with my lungs begging to collapse, i fell down the stairs and swallowed my kidney. i just tripped. it was just a mistake. it’s not what you think it is.it's not what you think.4 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
and this, this is just heart burn, don’t worry yourself over it. i swallowed too many peppers without a glass of milk to coat my throat, i let the knife slip when i was cutting up the apple. i bit my tongue when i was running to catch the bus, i stayed under the bathwater too long until i was blue-
let's run away.let’s get out of town. let’s steal the neighbors truck and drive it into the ocean. let’s melt along desert highways and freeze on mountain ranges. let’s fill our lungs with saltwater and wring out our hearts in sundried wind.let's run away.4 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
trust me, my bags are already packed. i need to sit in the passenger seat with my feet hanging out the window. i need to hold your hand and let the distance fade our problems like a school-yard-eraser. because in that truck cab, there can’t be anything but us. there won’t be room for our insecurities or mistakes or flaws or regrets. there will just be us.
and that’ll be enough. we
i imagine we're alive.i imagine: you’re kissing mei imagine we're alive.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i imagine: you’re biting my lip.
i imagine: i’m bleeding all over your new shirt.
i imagine: my lips turn to ash when you touch my cheek.
i imagine: you’re breathing.
i imagine: you’re taking away my air.
i imagine: we’re swimming in cyanide-oxygen.
i imagine: you’re laughing when i gasp and choke.
i imagine: you’re holding my hand.
i imagine: you’re pulling back my skin.
i imagine: my clicking bones have your name on them.
i imagine: you’re grinning when you tie my arteries into a bow.
i imagine: you’re running.
i imagine: you’re falling on
we're fighting for air.i imagine we are a wingless bird.we're fighting for air.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
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your heart is in your mouth, trapped behind the lies stacked between your teeth.
mine is caged in my hand, fluttering against the fear webbed between my fingers.
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i said ‘i want you,’ you said ‘i need you,’ we said ‘i love you.’
isn’t it funny that after all the wantneedlove, neither one has the other?
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we took flight today and fell after five seconds.
i counted the bruises and said each one was a reason to leave.
you counted the seconds and said each one was a reason to stay.
Sta.sh
