there is you. there is you and every time i look at you,
i figure out all over again that miracles
exist, because you are not anything someone could ever
repeat—you are a mess of perfectly executed mistakes
and you have never failed to take my breath away.
2. sometimes, the girl dances. sometimes she doesn’t,
but it rains and rains more and sometimes your clothes
stick to your skin but don’t you dare care. promise.
3. you are not an apology, no matter how many
times you say you’re sorry. your mother did
not create you for you to regret the
amount of space you take up.
4. something inside you is burning.
you are fire and ember and you will survive.
you are a storm, a hurricane, destruction incarnate.
you have iron in your blood, you have a spine of steel.
you will survive. you are lighting—you know of
finite existences. you know of leaving your mark.
you are zeus’ child and this will not kill you.
5. you would lo
ochikaeru deai to wakare hana no shita.
Again and again we meet and part under the sakura blossoms.
Currently, you were sitting on the park bench where you always sat with him after school. Here was the place where secrets and gossip was always shared. You two had an unbreakable bond and even kept communication when you went to separate colleges. The only way your relationship was still strong was due to webcamming and text messaging. He had decided to go back to his home country, Italy, and you had to stay without him.
You sighed and leaned back, glad that you decided to wear a scarf. Winter seemed more violent this year, for no particular reason. The snow from yesterday still littered the ground. The park was a winter wonderland with the trees looking like they were painted white
You nodded. “Hell yes.”
You straightened the clumsy mortar-board hat on your head, and waited impatiently for your name to be said.
“Elizaveta Hedervary.” The principal called.
The brunette popped up from her seat and walked almost majestically towards the elevated steps to receive her diploma.
They rolled the names of students off one by one, each hopping up in black robes and mortar-board hats.
The Spaniard bounced off his seat, and flashed you a wink.
He dropped mortar-board as he was walking, and pulled out another hat from beneath his robes and placed it on his head.
You covered your mouth, trying not to laugh.
The brunette shook hands with dumbfounded principal, his emerald eyes shining.
Holding his diploma, he bowed to th
of pavement, we have spent months pressing
the same four wheels into the ground.
whenever you need to, follow those tracks again.
they will lead you back home.
2. there are songs i only figured out how to sing
with you beside me. even now, the words
sound awkward in my throat.
the notes are wrong. i’m not sure what makes
something sacred, but words like that
i only know how to sing with a quiet
reverence i can’t seem to find anymore.
3. i am good at writing poems that convince
people to stay. i don’t know how to write
a poem to someone that i know is going to leave
no matter what i say.
4. you have faith in spades. and i’m not talking about
god. i’m talking about that tangible faith in
humanity, the faith that always makes you
ask me how my day was, even if the answer
is always the same.
5. to be truthful, i don’t want you to stay.
some people are made for the great unknown.
6. we have watched more sunset
The young man with messy black hair sitting in front of you was one of them. For close to five years you had been dating him but never once had he uttered those magic words. Normally, it didn’t bother you but today was special. Today was the day that he had promised to propose to you – right after his graduation from college.
Yet the awkward guy was acting just like normal, sitting in that slouch of his while his dark eyes roved over the piles of papers in front of him. Obviously deep in thought over some Math problem as usual. For him, the problems to solve were never-ending and that was what attracted you to him in the first place. But today, it was merely getting on your nerves. Creeping up on him, you wrapped your arms around him and gave him a light peck on the cheek.
“Hey L, do you know what day it is today?”
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Today I will not dispense pearls of wisdom. In fact, on my way over to this ceremony I committed fifteen acts that would make my parents wince, and quite a few things that would make my grandparents disavow me as a family member. We are not standing at a crossroads today. People who stand at a crossroads have a tendency to get hit b