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Thank you for caring about me so much when I have such a hard time caring about myself. I can't be too worried about your feelings ever going beyond what they are now when I am often so certain that my anxiety ridden, frequently sick, homely body doesn't even deserve the affirmations it receives from you already; however, I hope they will. I couldn ( Read more... ) -
4pm: A Poem
Stance like a redwood
Clothes strewn around
my floor Like
Its fallen leaves.
I stare and wonder how
many
people
have admired
your slender limbs
and twisted roots
like others do the trees in
Humbolt.
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I study you so closely when we are together that I can replicate your breathing pattern when we are apart. I can sketch the lines on your palms and the pattern of your pores to such accuracy that it gives me a constricting ache throughout my core - wrapping itself around my heart and creeping through my entire venous system ( Read more... ) -
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I've freshly realized just how much more we have in common than music taste and an interest in science. La Douleur Exquise. We will both always love someone who's returned affection is extensively unattainable, and for that reason, I bizarrely feel closer to you in this moment (even without you here) than I do when we are physically entwined. I ( ( Read more... ) -
4am: A Poem
When you roll over away from me,
keeping one arm
in back of you
connecting us
I cant believe them.
And I am
never more content than I am
on Sunday mornings
before the sun rises
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My self-control, -respect, and -efficiency turn into highly flammable objects the second a candle is lit in your room. My spine melts with the wax and my common sense is snuffed by your decisions (or lack there of). Waiting.. Waiting.. Waiting.. Waiting.
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I have been hopelessly trying to apply both Flaubert's theories and Sarah Dessen's ideas regarding unrequited love to my (lack of "love") life to justify my poor decisions, and it's not working. As much as every fiber of my being would like to argue otherwise, I am no longer a child playing dress-up in the big world. The clothes fit now and ( Read more... ) -
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If this were a movie, I'd tell the physically flawless man that he can no longer get milk without buying the cow. He'd then realize his cereal sucks dry, purchase the cow, and never go thirsty again. This, however, is not a movie, and the only consequence of denying the man milk is an exploded udder. -
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I rolled my windows down and blasted Arcade Fire's Neon Bible so I could concentrate on something familiar. The words, "This was always going to happen.." from the walk to the car rolled around in my head - up and down, sideways, and in different languages until I looked down and saw that I was driving 20 miles over the permitted speed and figured ( Read more... ) -
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Sex, fevers, and ungodly hot weather aside, I had forgotten what it felt like to sweat. The funny thing is when my phone's autocorrect just changed "sweat" to "swear" I could have kept it. I guess they're one in the same for me.
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