Woe is me

Don’t you just love poetry that gives you a crinkly feeling up and down your back?

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“I miss people I never should have let touch me, people who carved their name into me like a dying tree, wilting with the weight of “goodbyes” and kisses that meant less than they were supposed to and it happened eight months ago but sometimes I’m screaming the words to a song on the radio and I accidentally tell my mother I miss you because you’re still there in rolled-down windows and windblown hair sticking to my mouth and summer nights that should leave you feeling breathless but just make you really tired and I hardly think about you anymore but when I do you’re the only thing on my mind and you’re every single star in the sky”

“No one will understand you. It is not, ultimately, that important. What is important is that you understand you.”

it will pass ..

“we could’ve been good maybe if you had loved your mother maybe if I had loved you at the right time if the clocks were faster or a few hours behind maybe we could’ve worked out maybe if I wasn’t so hard to get to and so easy to bruise maybe if you could hold your liquor and I could hold you when you needed it maybe if you weren’t high all the time and I wasn’t so scared of heights maybe if I hadn’t fallen asleep before I could answer the phone maybe if you hadn’t stopped calling they say that things are meant to be so be here”