We have sins on our skin and half moon eyes; a mouth taped shut to quiet ourselves before we scream. And I told everyone that you were my boy blue, a simple lie to help them understand. You were perfect.
I am tapped into your skin and under and wrapped around so many useless ideas that float and skit and flit and twirl and I don't think that I can hold all of this in anymore.
I love you to the point where my soul releases and breaks, to where my stomach and my ribs are swollen with the words I want to say but never do. I feel my hands expand and cradle all of the thoughts that ruin my resolve to ignore you, to ignore the perfection that I could have. I stare at the sky and there are only drops, they slide across in rows and I make wishes, for every single time I can't see you, I wish that I could.
My sun peels back from my face, a simple step in the sand and ten days left. I am awkward and gangly, my hair doesn't reach to my waist like it should, I am rough and tumble, I am not soft. I am wasted, my legs swing below my stomach in an outstretched way. So much, gone. I am sitting here, waiting for you. It is desperate and cliche and pathetic in every thing possible, but all that I can do is tell you how much I love you. And you can't even hear me.
The sun moves down, like every day.
I am just one more cigarette, one more bottle of dye.
I am one more lampshade, one more gallon of gasoline,
one more mismatched sock, one more empty stomach, one more crooked glass, one more warm pillow, one more mistake, one more thing you never meant to say, one more "i love you" i never said, one more 'i love you' you always said, one more 'goodbye' i didn't mean, one more 'i miss you', one more silent moment, one more sigh, one more awkward moment on the phone. one more you, just one more, one more...
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really old,
i just found it in notepad.
i can't really write prose anymore.
nor do i really like it anymore...
also, about the title. i don't remember where it came from or if i stole it from someone? it was in my notepad and idr if i wrote it or got it from one of you.
so if it's from you just tell me and i shall change.
<3
what.
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"I love you to the point where my soul releases and breaks, to where my stomach and my ribs are swollen with the words I want to say but never do. I feel my hands expand and cradle all of the thoughts that ruin my resolve to ignore you, to ignore the perfection that I could have. I stare at the sky and there are only drops, they slide across in rows and I make wishes, for every single time I can't see you, I wish that I could."
oh wowww.
god i know that feeling like the back of my hand.
this is absolutely stunning.
the words are laced together perfectly.
i love it, and i love you <3
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The sun moves down, like every day.
I am just one more cigarette, one more bottle of dye.
Aw wow... This is awesomeness in a pinata!!!
How DO you do it???
Love <333
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fuck darling!
this was damn good.
I want into that mind of yours.
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the last two paragraphs/stanzas really make me sad. but your personifcation is 'mazing. i can't even pronounce a's.
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alright well your poetry was awesome, and this poem is awesome..!!
i hope your still writing poetry though, but no matter what you do its all good.
peace.
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Wow.
This is so fantastic.
I'm left absolutely speechless.
Love you lots ♥
-Mary
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