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[stellar2afault]

stayed up till like 6:30 writing last night. argh. here..

Hearts for a back up plan

we made paper-mache hearts and called
them our back up plan

(but it hurt because we knew ours were
already broken)

placed them on high shelves for safe keeping
and forgot about them for the summer.

we zipped our lips with a wink and a kiss
and turned our backs and walked away
(from each other, from the rest of our lifes)
we both turned back to look but only
at the wrong times.

we sprinkled the stars with what we called
love but we were so lost on that emotion
(it was such a powerful word, that held
so little meaning)
because falling in love isn't being 15
and smiling stupidly into the sun
(because it's real not to think)

(it's flat on your face, thinking isn't real
and contrary to what you say mother
age is just a number)

and I appoligize that i broke you
and swept you under the rug
(but we broke each other in the prettiest

of ways)

(hey, hey beautiful disaster)

still got the paper-mache heart,
plastered on the shelf

(I'd pull it down, and give it a spin
but I can't risk breaking them both)