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sincerely.

she said she's getting out of town on the next train;
can't stand it anymore, can't stand living where she's suffocating.
she wants the bright lights of the city to shine on her
when she jumps into a beautiful world.

her life was always a bit out of reach when she's
forever stuck to memories from when she
was bleeding at fourteen.

she always told me she would die alone and sad.

and when i told her that i loved her we both knew it was a lie.
but i tried so damn hard to keep that fire burning-
i crawled to the station dreaming that i could
save her from that whirlpool, that cascade of brilliance
i watched fall from the sky.

but we never breathe as hard as when we're running
out of time.
and everything i did to save her she threw back at me
with more passion than she ever held.

i remember when we both laid under the trees and sang so softly,
trying to fight the demons we knew we'd see.

i found her on the floor between that bottle and a letter saying
"you're gonna miss me when i'm gone.
you're gonna wish i would have cared."

her tragedy was frozen to her candy painted lips
as a smile that she forced on me everyday.

it was that same smile that i wanted to taste in her
that told me she would never be okay again.
she would never let me be the one to tell her
it was okay to want to live.

and i tried to catch her free-fall from walking on that wire,
but she told me i could never be her savior when she crossed that line.

she tells me now that she is tired of living like those shooting stars.
i told her softly she could never burn as bright
dying as she could alive, and she looks at me and whispers
"i'm already dead inside. i'm just waiting for the rest of me."

i told her she was painful, that her brittle bones
were stabbing at my heart.
i told her she was magic the way she could forget
all of the things that should make her smile like in the pictures.

i found a letter that was stamped fourteen times with
lipstick imprints and the feeling of a broken heart attached.

"you're gonna miss me one day, now that i'm gone".

Author notes

t h e . s t a r s . g o . b l u e


Everything you said was true. I miss you now that you're gone. I hope you're still in New York City and those bright lights saved you more than I could.

prompt: suicide. For Catharsis Rounds.

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  • magdelene
    August 26

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    could never be her savior when she crossed that line.
    fighting off demons you know you'll see.
    forcing smiles.

    gorgeous sweetie.

    • Thank you so much. You should know how much your commentary means to me.
      By the way, I read your piece that you posted the other day and I wanted to tell you that you should never take into much consideration the opinions of others when they try to tell you who to love. Make yourself happy. =]


  • heavenbird
    August 19
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    which prompt is this?

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