He calls at 3am, to tell me that he's okay; that he's still breathing.
"That's good," I say, "because in my dreams, everyone is dying."

I fall asleep with the phone to my ear,
and when I awake I hear him breathing.

We find comfort through the
cold, restricting lines that connect us.
We find peace in the others shallow breath and silence.

You ask me of my dreams, what I want for my life ( Read more... )

I take a picture of the sunset, in its pink, purple, and blue ( Read more... )

He's gone ( Read more... )

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I'm a modern day Mona Lisa.
See my blurry smile?

I'm the keeper of all your secrets.
I'm the destructor of all your lies.

Look closely, and you'll see the mystery wan.
You only question me, because I hold you inside.

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What do you say when
the words run away?

Was this all just a waste of time for you?
An inconvienance of sorts?
I never claimed to be perfect.
You shouldn't have expected me to be.

I won't be the girl who fills the space
for you.

I'm suspended between my dreams and conscience.
I feel like everyone is moving, while I'm stuck between the spaces.

I'm still unsure of whether or not this is where I need to be. Push it all away, I'm tired of this mess..