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I'm not a graceful person. I'm not a Sunday morning or a Friday sunset. I am a Tuesday 2AM, I am gunshots muffled by a few city blocks, I am a broken window during February. My bones crack on a nightly basis. I fall from elegance with a dull thud, and I apologize for my awkward sadness. I sometimes believe that I don't belong around people, that I belong to all the leap days that didn't happen. The way light and darkness mix under my skin has become a storm. You don't see the lightning, but you hear the echoes.

Saturday, March 5, 2016

one day i'm gonna marry you






i wanted the truth
and i got what i wanted
i waited so long
so now i got to live with that

oh i know everything
seen all that
read em loud
to myself over and over
and over again
until i memorized all the lines
i can draw every inch of your smiles
since day 1
the day we met was the day you lied

i got you nike air she got you a shirt
she was your thanksgiving and early christmas gift
lucky clover ballroom fuck!
so now what suddenly mother's day made you wax poetry, too
you never stop lovin the One you love
you never stop hurtin the one you don't
damn' how could have i missed that

and this part i kept from you
despite of all the lies
that i left but you know, I held on
because i thought or wished or said so to myself
you did love me, too, somehow even for a little while
yes you did, or still do







i died a thousand times and you didn't even notice

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