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gravity is not responsible for falling in love.

there was a night at the beginning of summer where the tree branches strangled any life out of the sky and turned it a lifeless sort of taste. existing was quiet that night. the heat secreted through the crevices of our blue jeans and gathered in our chinese puzzled hands. you whispered for me to show you my trick, the one that forced you to reach for my hand every time i was near. oh my god, this is who i had been.


the minute i heard my first love story i started searching for you. i never realized how blind i was.

i wrote love exists on my forearm over and over and over again. i needed to believe in something but god let me down.




once upon a heat-lined day in july we were taking a walk. the sidewalks sang songs of sorrow under feet like ours. it was pouring and for once you didn't care. about anything.


you said that life is horrible and that you had nothing to live for, and that whole time i walked by your side and waited; hoping that one day you would say it was me. you never did.

the rain poured onto your face and died. it fell onto your lips i didn't want to kiss.

i finally understood
why god
cries
so
damn much.

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title- thanks to albert einstein.
rubbish.
sorry.

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  • Candy Morphine
    April 27

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    the minute i heard my first love story i started searching for you
    -nawwhhh so sweet!!!

    i wrote love exists on my forearm over and over and over again.
    -that's sad. gosh, that's really sad.

    the rain poured onto your face and died. it fell onto your lips i didn't want to kiss
    -unbelievable.

    you need to win a trophy or like money for this


  • blood.stained.tears
    April 27

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    nice take on the prompt, i liked how you used it as like oh how do i say it, i cant think of the right words so let me try this, its like you used the part "why god
    cries
    so
    damn much." as a metaphore to your own understanding, I know that doesnt sound right but whatever it made sense to me, *laughs* i liked this poem alot