one more reason to let the former pieces go. if nothing can make you happy, why are you still trying? why the constant struggle to win this? and what is winning to you. you gave me up for nothing infinite. we could have been in orbit by now, sleeping next to each other and living a dream harshly woken, every day. but we could have tasted its bittersweet nectar. how do you feel? am i not interested enough? you are a thorn in my side, am i in yours? i am pulling you out, but it seems that you have hooks on the inside. ripping tissue, spilling out. while yet another thorn is being hammered into me, elsewhere. one i want to sew inside me forever. a constant pain, a badge i'd wear proudly, as i buckled at the waste to vomit from the excruciating pain. and smile.
smile.
how quickly love turns into despisement. i love you so much. this constant ache will subside, won't it? tell me it will.
there you are, a genuine effort. i would hum along in tune with you, if i could exert the same. your smile is plastered on, superglue and papier-mache, with a porcelain finish to your solid foundation. but would a crack at the heart fissure throughout and shatter the finish you work so hard to retain? tap dancing through hardwood corridors at night, when the sound of quiet is at its loudest. i long to hear your subtle frequencies again--not in breaths or sighs, but movements. the note of wind moving around you, weaving through your hair, the pitch of your hands over my skin (the sound of a slow buzz of electricity, increasing volume with proximity, until contact, a sharp tone of magnetic resonance falling into a dull, steady reverberance). trapping music inside mouths, interlocking, skin over bone, fingernails scraping. rushing into collision.
i watched you when you weren't looking. leaning, breathing heavily, until your eyes met mine. how long will you stand to be away from me? my drummer met your drum.
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one more reason to let the former pieces go. if nothing can make you happy, why are you still trying? why the constant struggle to win this? and what is winning to you. you gave me up for nothing infinite. we could have been in orbit by now, sleeping next to each other and living a dream harshly woken, every day. but we could have tasted its bittersweet nectar. how do you feel? am i not interested enough? you are a thorn in my side, am i in yours? i am pulling you out, but it seems that you have hooks on the inside. ripping tissue, spilling out. while yet another thorn is being hammered into me, elsewhere. one i want to sew inside me forever. a constant pain, a badge i'd wear proudly, as i buckled at the waste to vomit from the excruciating pain. and smile.
smile.
how quickly love turns into despisement. i love you so much. this constant ache will subside, won't it? tell me it will.
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you don't know what you have until it's gone.
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better to have loved and lost, than to have never loved at all.
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there are other fish in the sea.
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you hurt me.
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there you are, a genuine effort. i would hum along in tune with you, if i could exert the same. your smile is plastered on, superglue and papier-mache, with a porcelain finish to your solid foundation. but would a crack at the heart fissure throughout and shatter the finish you work so hard to retain? tap dancing through hardwood corridors at night, when the sound of quiet is at its loudest. i long to hear your subtle frequencies again--not in breaths or sighs, but movements. the note of wind moving around you, weaving through your hair, the pitch of your hands over my skin (the sound of a slow buzz of electricity, increasing volume with proximity, until contact, a sharp tone of magnetic resonance falling into a dull, steady reverberance). trapping music inside mouths, interlocking, skin over bone, fingernails scraping. rushing into collision.
i watched you when you weren't looking. leaning, breathing heavily, until your eyes met mine. how long will you stand to be away from me? my drummer met your drum.
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unthinking, she brought her hand abruptly to her neck, forgetting the knife clutched in it.
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then, i looked up and saw a single, drop-down menu that read "I NEED...".
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