I remember stumbling out the door with a cigarette in one hand and the other hand in his pocket. I loved the sound of his voice, honesty laced through every word. When he’s fucked up he doesn’t lie, he can’t; he doesn’t know how. I listened to him tell me everything he felt, everything he thought, everything he remembered. Walking down that road with a cigarette in hand brought my thoughts back to the night when we walked all the way to the end of the road. We ended up falling asleep on the lawn of a random house; staring at that lonely streetlight until our eyes closed.
This time we turned back before we reached the end. I doubt our feet would have carried us any farther if we hadn’t turned back then. I found strange noises hidden in between the trees, noises that would have scared me if there wasn’t smoke lining the insides of my lungs. Even when I couldn’t find the edges of the road, I chose to walk blindly instead of freezing up with fear.
His hands followed me. I could feel the worry pressing his hand to my lower back. When he flicked the end of his cigarette hard enough to send orange ashes flying at our feet, I smiled. “Ooh look; stars.!”
[And then I looked up at the sky.]
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http://allpoetry.com/poem/5826339
Part One: http://allpoetry.com/poem/5829199
Part Three: http://allpoetry.com/poem/5845007
Part Four: http://allpoetry.com/poem/5860357
i've stretched myself beyond my means.
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*pokes*
i missed you sarah! i read all of this series (iunno why i comment here) and your intro on your page.. so much has changed, hasnt it darling? yet so much is the same as well, and i mean neither in a bad way. youve grown up alot tho *tears up*... haha. in all seriousness you seem to be older now and wise to deviant ways i wouldve promptly steered you from were i an older brother, but who am i but the eternal hipocrit. i still get stoned (shh) but it is a sad sick fun drain at the bottom us moth fish stare at like it might be food. and love.. love oh bullshit and unforgettable sweet thing it is, not a one among us doesnt want that moment where we know it and.. the world revolves arouunnnd us.. well errr.. but definatly i know.. you get what i mean.. who gets to have it tho? how long? why not everyone.. stupid mystery.. silly game sometimes, i dont know, but i feel and im glad to see you still thinking and writing.. i know its hard for us to learn decent coping skills =/ *kisses your skin* i guess the best thing ive learned for that and it may never be enough really but still... why.. even if it feels good, even tho it doesnt.. even if we do|definatly dont deserve it, its.. illogical
like spock says.. and for the future, like yoda says.. there is no try, just do.. XD now youre all star war trekked up.. find me on aim!
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