THIS SHITMore Like This
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Whatever I guess I shoulda' expected that
Didn't I post that like 3 months ago?
No one noticed?
Or did no one care?
Or am I just being selfish?
Did you not see it?
I'm sorry if I'm whining but
You don't know how hard that hurts me
It hurts fucking bad
Everything You BorrowedOn Sunday afternoon,More Like This
after exiting the church,
you plucked the sun from the sky
and hid it in your palms
so that when I held your hands
they would no longer be cold.
When Monday night arrived
you snatched every single star
and used my tears to make
Tuesday's empty dawn shone
through the cracks of the door--
you stole the promise of what
could never be
and draped it around my shoulders.
After Wednesday's twilight passed,
you grabbed the clouds
and wove a tapestry of lies
that I hung on the walls
of my prison.
Thursday crept through us
on silent tiptoes,
waiting for us to take notice--
instead, we merely waited
for midnight to come.
The dusk of Friday waned
while you stripped it of its sorrows
and sewed them into my skin.
When Saturday came
you tried to steal the moon;
I watched as you stood on your tombstone
and stretched to reach it.
You fell, then--
fell, broke your neck,
and landed six feet under.
I couldn't cry afterwards,
for you had taken my agony
and washed it out to
Samurai Champloo: One WayMore Like This
It was a for a fleeting moment. He was the one who first saw her, before she noticed his presence. She was welcoming men into the inn. He was walking across.
And then their eyes met.
He looked away first and decided to direct his attention to the small children, two boys, who played 'sword' with sticks.
She wore a darker kimono, still the shade of red. Her hair a bit longer, looking more like russet than auburn.
He wore the same, dark sapphire clothing. The same midnight hakama. The same eyeglasses.
But many things have changed.
Between him. Between her. Between them.
And so he walks. And so she smiles. And for a short, fleeting moment, fate has done her work. They have met, they have seen, they have said goodbye.
He continues walking and after a while, stops. He turns his back once, just once, and walks again, continuing an unfinished journey.
And she glances back again, a quick and sudden glance, and she sees a man whom she once knew. A man whom she once traveled with. A man