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and we found...

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and we found...

we love like we sin, terrified and breathless. we are tea-at-midnight girls, naming constellations that don't exist after lost tourists we meet on the street, reminding our freckle covered shoulders that even beautiful things can be made ordinary. we are broken fingers and half-closed eyelids and a penchant for mischief. we are ribbon skin and frantic desires and incandescent hope. we are a voice spilling secrets to falling leaves diving after their arachnid brothers, mimicking the millions before us who were judged unfairly, unjustly but all too correctly. we whisper promises to dandelions because they do not know how to hold gru

falling away.

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falling away.

--- i. tonight you are building a man out of blankets and pressing your face where his neck would be. you close your eyes and pretend your pulse is his and bite your lip and try so hard not to cry. ii. tonight you are looking for a man who sees the shadows in the way you hold your wrists. he could. he could, so you know it's possible. iii. tonight you are not beautiful but you are so broken. iv. tonight you slam your fists against the wall and wonder what it is about you that is so easy to walk away from. what it is about you that is so easy to leave behind. v. tonight the man with a pillow face is softer than the bod

what's left when...

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what's left when...

i. it ends without a single shot, all our weapons long retired and bitter words saved for later. we're in bed together for the last time with nothing left to fight and nothing left to fight for, nothing left to do but love each other quietly for just a minute longer. our hearts are one of many things we lost along the way. ii. it ends quietly, the latch on the door catching like it always does and you slipping on the hardwood floor with your shoes in hand. that was me spilt sloppily on the floor, love leaking out of the wounds in my chest where you reach into and took what was left of me. it's graphic, love. it's hot and it's sw
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