(no subject)
2/17-2/25
the symmetry of your face infuriates me.
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i wake up feeling painfully, nauseatingly self-aware.
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i had my hopes up and neck bent,
sucking my stomach in and letting you down.
looking out the window,
tying my fingers into bows,
waiting for you to make the first move.
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“march is a good month for us”
you are like orion in the sky,
always just where i left you.
three periods in a row,
three question marks.
you are organized to a degree that i could never achieve.
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i need you to pick this apart
and tell me that you’ve never read
something so disingenuous
in your entire life.
i remember writing you letters in my head every day for months.
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i am trying to get you out of my veins,
off of my lips,
your name out of my throat
and your scent out of my sheets.
i won’t pretend that i miss the touch of your skin
or that i loved the way you smelled.
because of neither of those were special
and that should have been my first hint.
i hate to break it to you sweetheart,
darling, dollface, tiger, cherrybomb, sugar pie,
honey bunch.
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i’d never say it to your face but when i saw that glint in your eyes i wanted to capture it and implant it into mine.
sometimes i feel like i’m not smart enough to be attracted to intelligence.
you are a gust of cold, refreshing new england air that i may never wear enough sweaters to protect myself from.
the symmetry of your face infuriates me.
-
i wake up feeling painfully, nauseatingly self-aware.
-
i had my hopes up and neck bent,
sucking my stomach in and letting you down.
looking out the window,
tying my fingers into bows,
waiting for you to make the first move.
-
“march is a good month for us”
you are like orion in the sky,
always just where i left you.
three periods in a row,
three question marks.
you are organized to a degree that i could never achieve.
-
i need you to pick this apart
and tell me that you’ve never read
something so disingenuous
in your entire life.
i remember writing you letters in my head every day for months.
-
i am trying to get you out of my veins,
off of my lips,
your name out of my throat
and your scent out of my sheets.
i won’t pretend that i miss the touch of your skin
or that i loved the way you smelled.
because of neither of those were special
and that should have been my first hint.
i hate to break it to you sweetheart,
darling, dollface, tiger, cherrybomb, sugar pie,
honey bunch.
-
i’d never say it to your face but when i saw that glint in your eyes i wanted to capture it and implant it into mine.
sometimes i feel like i’m not smart enough to be attracted to intelligence.
you are a gust of cold, refreshing new england air that i may never wear enough sweaters to protect myself from.