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have to watch my step
when you tiptoe, it's easy
to lose your footing
But you are my nomad and I love you sideways daily. Sideways because I have to beam my love in all directions, hoping it bounces off something and eventually finds you.
Richard Siken, from The Long and Short of ItĀ (via courcel)
I am aware, sure, I am aware. Catastrophically aware.
Sylvia Plath, from The Unabridged Journals Of Sylvia Plath (via mitochondria)
Miranda July, āIt Was Romanceā

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the bass is one with the wind, and I canāt tell your insides apart from this road. Iāll peel back every single layer of you until youāre upside down and inside out, and then I will love you the way you were meant to be loved.
(all over.)
the pub is warm and you smell like spice and cedar.
you turn to me with whiskey souring your tongue, sideways smirking like youāre something sly, but your handās already found my ass.
āyouāre mine,ā you bluff, bolstered up by a liquid ego. youāll never quell your thirst, but so long as itās still april,
this pub is still warm and my mouth craves for cinnamon.
Some nights your memory crawls into bed with me. Wraps its arms around my waist familiarly. Drains the blood from my veins so easily. Kisses the back of my neck like I still mean everything. Treads the rivers in my lungs carefully. I know, I know. Iām sorry. I never meant toĀ ruin your city.
i can still see light in your ruinĀ //Ā Haley Hendrick
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I freeze at night thinking about the way another personās hips mightāve felt pressed against mine in the darkĀ if I could remember anything.
I freeze all day every time a person calls my name, because it sounds so differentĀ now that heās said it in his sleep.
To keep myself warm, I tightly wrap myself in blanketsĀ neatly sewn together with contempt.

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Sometimes while you slumber, your skin begins to crawl with clams And your breathing hiccups and shallows as if you are about to drown.
You clutch at me, And I carefully wake you from your quiet terrors.
I stay awake so that I can ward off the demons that try to haunt you in your sleep.
You may think that you are blanketed with bruises and covered in scrapes, But when I look at you, I see Nothing less than a snoring miracle.
Itās Friday night, and Iām kind of drunk, and this is the most Iāve ever hated you.
Which is impressive,
because itās also the most Iāve ever missed you.
working title: I know what itās like to be the bad guy.
you no longer have an ax to grind because itās buried in my back.
the last words you ever spoke to me, back when you didnāt spit my name with venom and cringe at the thought of my tiny, pale hands in yours, were about how
Iād broken you.
You worse-than-hated me; you regretted me.
And even thought I deserved the blade (and any poisons that came with it), I wasnāt prepared for its serrated edges,Ā or the way you were aiming directly through my ribcage.
I had never meant to hurt you, and Iām still so sorry about the way it all went down; that way you and I
went down.
Years later, the first time youāre not too embarrassed to even step foot in the same state as me, you look at me with a face that screams of quiet contempt as you allow me to approach you at the bar.
I ignore the occasional bitter remark and its matching sweet smile, and I tell you with more honesty than Iāve ever given you
that Iād like toĀ ācatch up sometimeā,
if thatās something that youāre cool with.
Your face turns red and you swear to me on everything that youād love that.
With all that weāve been though, I know that I should be able to hand you the noose and trust you not to use it, but somehow, babe,
I know youāll end up leaving me hanging.
the sun has just fallen somewhere behind the plane Iām on, and it feels like Iām chasing the moon, running head-first towards tomorrow and flying desperately away from yesterday (quite literally) .
I canāt see the ground anymore, and the altitude is causing an ache in my head half as intense as the one in my gut that wonāt go away ātil Iāve fully crossed over Ohio and Michigan
so that I can finally forget you again.
Iām terrified of the nighttime and the terrors that it brings, but still I beg for the sleep I barely get, and still I sprint towards the east coast at 400 miles an hour, and away from a potential (theoretical) sunset paradise.Ā
I may be ten thousand feet above sea level, but Iām drowning in guilt.
āSometimes you just have to let go,ā my dad quotes from the movie weāve been watching since seven.
With his perfect blues, he fells me that he thinks about my mom every time he sees the scene where the old man is wheeled out to see the sunset before he dies.

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Finally falling down from last summerās high, and on the way down, all I can see is a ghostly sophomoric smile.
Your primary skill has always been your disappearing act, and over the seasons, Iāve quietly learned to love it.
While youāre around, youāre the whispers of every haunting, chilling, nostalgic tune that you always have been. The treble turns to memory, and then to trouble; youāre all the top songs of the topical alternative generation, and everything comes rushing. While youāre around, I could never forget the words.
And then you go, and it feels like Iāve fallen asleep for autumns at a time. Your seas kiss my months a short, sweet goodbye, and Iām lost in the mist. Youāre not the fog at the top of a mountain; youāre the thick clouds that leave a sailor lost to sirens.
Those lips make me sick.Ā
only does the moon glow because of the sun.
and just so, i am always grateful for your light.
when you tire out,
when your shine aches from giving so much so constantly,
i'll be here to take over at night.