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lost counterclockwise.

i.
He slipped through my palm
like fortune tellers swirling
in the lines between my skin
before dropping to the aluminum
floor, staining it red.

ii.
I remember a time when birds
forced notes through my ears
as you pressed yourself against
my skin injecting your heart
into my veins hoping that you
could force my free-will to
bow and my courage to fail.

I remember the day we watched
the wizard of oz. You laughed at every
moment and asked me why I even
bothered watching this pointless
movie. 

I fell in love with it.
'Do you think the tin man ever
truly got a heart?'

'Haven't you been watching? He always had one
he just chose to ignore it.'

I stimulated my hopes by feeding my denial your
casual words. Maybe you had just misplaced yours
and all you needed was a wizard to give you the
courage to show it.

iii.
I searched the unfinished basement
walls and the corners of your reasoning
for a trace of what you were hiding from.
Though I'm beginning to believe that you
were simply hiding for the sake of hiding.
That you were  breathing just for the motions
and living to watch grass die.

You needed the grass to be greener on the
otherside to maintain 'order.'

Order. I'm starting to think that order
is just a compensation. A mask to hide the
cesspools of chaos and turmoil that
creeped behind those butterscotch eyes.

iv.

You once told me you loved to squeeze
into tight situations for the thrill
of worming and forcing your way out
of them.

I never quite bought it. For you also
once told me you were lost. you felt
like you were chasing your tale, picking
fights with the stars because you felt that
the only way to reach them was to fight
your way through the astroturf.

you told me that you fought so hard
because if something was worth fighting for
you'd like to have a head start getting there.

Author notes

sorry this one ran a bit long:/
catseye

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  • Ryan79
    January 14

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    This good. It has a unique style and rhythm to it. The discriptions are beautiful and the questions are very engrossing. It sounds like some one was serching for theirselves, but scared of what they might find.


  • broken-colours
    January 14

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    "for a trace what you were hiding from." = Should that have the word "of" after trace?

    "like you were chasing your tale" = tale is tail. :]

    Sorry. I'm picky.

    But anyway, I really really REALLY liked this. It was a complex and non-cliche relationship you've described here. Definitely kept me interested.

    Thanks for entering!


    • catalyst.
      January 14
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      thank you my grammer and spelling is atrocious:/

      though I accually meant for tale to be sort of a play off the expression. Like someone chasing their story or history. lol.

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