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for april: a post-script.it is spring now and somehow you have found a way back into my life.for april: a post-script.
you asked me without saying a word to jump with you. jump, and you would catch me. hitting the ground was the cruelest way to learn what alone really is.
a slamming door. a beating heart. a ticking clock. sometimes i need to know why things work, and why people give up.
you have been avoiding me like gunfire, afraid of the damage i might do to you.
by ~rai-rai-raygun
to november: a letter.this is the month of grief.to november: a letter.
my lips are red and raw as hell; further proof that i am not made for this kind of battering. and maybe i am happy but i am still the girl who cried the night you left; the drive home full of the knowledge that things were about to change and trying to hold back sobs that wracked my frame and tore my lungs.
this truth is not one that i had planned on; i didn't see those hands slip into mine and hold me like they had been there all along. what i saw were lazy Sundays, discussing futures we might have and not enough courage to see t
by ~rai-rai-raygun
a listless tremble.And without claws to protect my cheekbones, I have been avoiding questions like bullets. Breathing has been getting in the way of hiding under covers and since I cannot change, one of these habits will have to be broken. I do not remember the hum of hunger anymore; running too fast and not far enough to escape the static in my eyelids. The sound of sunsets is almost enough to compensate for the empty bed, the inadequacies of a wallflower. And do not lie to me; your eyes have always given you away and I can see the luna listless tremble.
by ~rai-rai-raygun
the frailties of breathing.Lost in coffee rings and thoughts, I know I am not myself. And I cannot keep time with this rapid fire reality. Flash-floods are not my idea of romantic; you cannot be this ghostly presence behind me, choosing my hands only when yours are lonely. My fingers are always freezing without your own to hold them and the knot in my shoulders that only you can remedy has been the reminder that I have not seen you for five months and three moons. There is no reason for sides of the bed when only one is ever filled, so I have claimed the middle ground (lately I've been sleeping on the couch, ithe frailties of breathing.
by ~rai-rai-raygun
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paper cranes and picket fencesi am folding you one thousand paper cranes because it is all we have left.paper cranes and picket fences
legend says that if i fold one thousand paper cranes, i will get a wish. i could wish for a pair of iridescent wings or an ocean in a teacup or just to finally be happy again, but i don't want any of that--with every crane i fold i am imagining you. one crane for the circles under your eyes, one crane for your jutting ribs, one crane for every seizure.
i love you and you're dying and i will run out of paper trying to fold your broken pieces into birds.
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you drew me a picture of us in the future. our houses were
by *estallidos
When Sarah left.We did not speak in volumes, we had quiet mouths that were infant-likeWhen Sarah left.
in their crawl towards the matching loudspeakers we made from plastic cups.
It was a year ago today. It was
a hot day and I sat on a Union Jack, clasping ski goggles and suntan lotion
like they could save me from things that grow
and swell inside
or things that make you ashamed to be in love or things that make you blinder the sadder you get. I sat as two men spoke of a man named Clive. He would come and reuse bricks and bits of bones to rebuild the wall
we kicked d
by ~inmyroom
FurtheranceKiss me now because it's the only thing in this world that makes sense to me. It's the closest thing to being honest and true. If that's enough for you, then we will be okay. I don't want to explain to the moon that sometimes things don't go as planned and that night under the stars meant about as much to you as the weather channel flashing past your eyes. If you could just hold on a little longer, you would come to find the dullness in my eyes fades away when it rains. My heartbeat doesn't falter every half beat anymore. I can dance to a rhythm and swing to a beat. Just wait a little longer, shooting star. My arm span is only so big. I'm holFurtherance
by ~VeilofMystery
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