what can i say?
i was only me when my eyelashes
fell like soft ivy patterns
against his sharp cheekbones
and my hair fell,
becoming an exquisite oriental curtain to
hide him from me
he misread my intentions and
laughed, calling me his
weeping willow,
shading him from the world and its rough finger
prints, but i did not want to
deny him so i curled up inside my
jacket and beside him
not knowing
what to say or even
how to say that
i am not
here,
not anymore.
(and i haven't been
for half a year.)
sup
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nice. i liked it alot.
you said alot in such a little amount of words.
well done
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hmmmmmmm... the distance that comfortability sometimes doesn't allow us to recognize. I was thinkin of your style of writing this weekend. I'm glad to see this write!
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