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[untitled until further notice]

i sat hushed beneath a hazy, starry sky and my own smoke rings, like halos above my hair.

the blurry moon bit a hole in the clouds and blotted itself against the stroke of midnight. it stared down, condescendingly.

i pictured your voice in my head, and as i listened to you describe the constellations that hung overhead- i played connect-the-dots and traced my own. i never could follow your words for too long, it was always more about the way your voice sounded as it filled every square inch of my head.

i scrawled poetry on the back of my mind, words i knew would never make it to paper. the thought of our fingertips meeting left me inspired.

when i closed my eyes, i could see the echo of your laugh rise up and float out of sight. i wanted it back the moment it disappeared.





you are sweet, like secondhand smoke.
i breathe you in, afraid to exhale. afraid you'll slip away and be lost somewhere between the snowflakes caught in my hair and the night breeze whispering across my shoulderblades.

Author notes

so, i know i'm a little rusty. and this needs work. it feels unfinished. but i was interrupted when i started writing this and haven't been able to really get back into it... idkkk.

maybe i'll leave it unfinished. that's how i felt personally when i wrote it. and also how i feel about the situation in general. bleh. idkk.

also, i could not think of a title for the life of me! so help would be nice if you have any ideas. :]

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  • AHookerInWonderland
    April 10

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    I love this whole thing, but this:

    "you are sweet, like secondhand smoke.
    i breathe you in, afraid to exhale. afraid you'll slip away and be lost somewhere between the snowflakes caught in my hair and the night breeze whispering across my shoulderblades"

    is particularly amazing. You have such a way with words, you know. Brilliant and I love it. xoxo


  • bird-mad girl
    March 10

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    "i scrawled poetry on the back of my mind, words i knew would never make it to paper. the thought of our fingertips meeting left me inspired."

    -that was really gorgeous and so true. I hate when I come up with brilliant things but have no where to put them and then they become forgotten.

    all the imagery in this piece was amazing, it was so absorbing and I could feel it in my bones.

    something about this piece made me think of Edward Scissorhands [johnnnnnnnnny!] because it was so soft yet it was colorful and just filled me in this bittersweet way. my chest throbs.

    love yoooooooou.


  • L.Jay
    March 8

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    i love it just the way it is i mean if it felt like you needed to stop then you do, dont force things.