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閨怨 閨中少婦不知愁， 春日凝妝上翠樓。 忽見陌頭楊柳色， 悔教夫婿覓封侯。
Too young to have learned what sorrow means, Attired for spring, she climbs to her high chamber.... The new green of the street-willows is wounding her heart – Just for a title she sent him to war.
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王昌齡 Wang Changling 698–756
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Graphic - 王能俊 Wang Neng Jun (B.1982)
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I miss you, you bastard (prose)
I shouldn’t.
Haven’t thought about you in a while since “The Incident” that finally pushed me from pushover to over the edge. You know what you did. Except…
You probably don’t. I mean, that would require you to think outside your bubble, about someone else. That someone else being beyond an amusement when convenient.
You don’t do that.
It’s not to say you aren’t without your appeal. The best monsters are, lest their claws find no purchase in the heartstrings of their prey.
Smart, charming, debonair.
Broken, splintered, thirsty.
All of it or none at all.
That was your muchness, until it was simply too much.
For me, anyway.
The one piece that lay certain in the rubble at my feet is knowing that this stupidity is not reciprocated by you.
The only fool I see is me for how easily, repeatedly, I forgot my place in this facade, this masquerade of feels, tickled emotions, empty promises assumed to be filled, when looking back, I see you offered me nothing of substance, just pretty words and inaction.
I'm miserable and I miss you. You left me for bluer skies in a world I can only dream of existing. Sometimes I feel like you're lacing your fingers in mine but it can't possibly be true when I watched them turn you to ash, my last letter to you tucked in your breast pocket with the keychain I picked up at some run down carnival engraved with our names, proclaiming our love. It's not right that my body aches for you in ways it will never ache for the living and it's not right that no one understands what I'm feeling because I find them holding me at arms length walking on egg shells afraid to tell me they can't bring you back. I know the truth. I know that I can only dream of you and hope my words get carried in the wind and find you somehow on whatever cloud you're nestled on. 4 years, has it truly been that long? I feel like just yesterday I was spinning in circles every time you sweetly whispered I love you in foreign languages I wish I knew. This isn't easy but I have to pretend it is because no one wants to see me like this so I'll leave this here and go back to the plastic smile i keep in my pocket every time I run into someone I know.
I love you dorkface. I just hope you know how much.
