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01.
do you know how badly
she wanted you to breathe?
she'd take polaroid snapshots of the air around you
and she stuck all onehundredeightythree photos
in a little photo album
that she labelled help
so that, maybe,
if she helped you take those breaths
she could finally be your reason for living
since she could never be
just by herself.
02.
do you know how badly
she loved you?
everytime you stepped into the room
it seemed like you'd replaced all the oxygen
and she couldn't breathe
but she loved that glorious feeling of you filling her lungs
pulsing through her veins
and even when she got lightheaded and saw stars
not one of them was more brilliant
than you.
03.
do you know how badly
she missed you?
she spent every night awake until the sun came up,
waiting for her phone to ring
and your name to flash on the screen
but all she ever got
was a beep and a warning: low battery
and those dark circles under her eyes
and she wrote you letters
telling you everything she couldn't push past her lips
but she never gave them to the mailman
because she didn't want them back
returned to sender.
04.
does she know how badly
you love her?
does she know that you sit in the dark of your room
and that you trace her name on your forearm
and you wish on all the stars
that you can see just outside your window
that she would come back and stay with you forever
and that you take onehundredeightythree breaths
and with each one
you thank her for it since you already know
that she is still your reason for living
even though you let her go
and that you wish you'd get a call from her
telling you that she still loves you, still.
do you know how badly
she wanted you to breathe?
she'd take polaroid snapshots of the air around you
and she stuck all onehundredeightythree photos
in a little photo album
that she labelled help
so that, maybe,
if she helped you take those breaths
she could finally be your reason for living
since she could never be
just by herself.
02.
do you know how badly
she loved you?
everytime you stepped into the room
it seemed like you'd replaced all the oxygen
and she couldn't breathe
but she loved that glorious feeling of you filling her lungs
pulsing through her veins
and even when she got lightheaded and saw stars
not one of them was more brilliant
than you.
03.
do you know how badly
she missed you?
she spent every night awake until the sun came up,
waiting for her phone to ring
and your name to flash on the screen
but all she ever got
was a beep and a warning: low battery
and those dark circles under her eyes
and she wrote you letters
telling you everything she couldn't push past her lips
but she never gave them to the mailman
because she didn't want them back
returned to sender.
04.
does she know how badly
you love her?
does she know that you sit in the dark of your room
and that you trace her name on your forearm
and you wish on all the stars
that you can see just outside your window
that she would come back and stay with you forever
and that you take onehundredeightythree breaths
and with each one
you thank her for it since you already know
that she is still your reason for living
even though you let her go
and that you wish you'd get a call from her
telling you that she still loves you, still.
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falling.
he told me:
when i think of falling,
i think of comets and
insomnia and midnight
rushes of emotions and
breaking down just to feel
something
again. he told me
when i think of falling,
i think of you.
but this is okay, because
falling things cannot be
stopped, and
.
you have always been the most
beautiful in a quiet way, like how
the moon outshines the sun, and you
have dreams like uncut glass,
waiting to be shaped or dropped or
maybe both and
you promise you won't let me
break
but i think, i think that maybe
.
i already have and you can't
undo the past and there's no point
in trying and
.
you are the kind of dream
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justify.
you apologize
but all you're guilty of is
hanging the jury
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dont write under the influence
Dr. Asclepius called me;
he told me i'm bipolar
(i still say it's luxuria)
My prescription?
Fucking medicine.
Take two pills:
Doctor's Orders
(as if anyone actually
obeys those, anyway)
Take another pill.
One for each time
you looked at me,
then two more if
i had looked back.
i'll take one more for that time you
branded fake
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and you know you'd whisper that apology stuck at the back of your throat that you've been choking on.
--
first stanza inspired by 'callomania' by the incredible *paperheartsyndrome
yeah...i guess i'm happy with this, even though i wrote it in...10 minutes.
it's amazing, what time does.
[how i wish i could say any of this (except maybe the last stanza) was true.]
poem (c) ~L-forever
--
first stanza inspired by 'callomania' by the incredible *paperheartsyndrome
yeah...i guess i'm happy with this, even though i wrote it in...10 minutes.
it's amazing, what time does.
[how i wish i could say any of this (except maybe the last stanza) was true.]
poem (c) ~L-forever
© 2009 - 2024 L-forever
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I love the idea of the Polaroids, clever and moving : D