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He handed me a storm
in a tea-cup, his grey-black
eyes smiling at me like nights
without stars. The cup said
"Drink me", so I did.
It tasted like coffee mixed
with agony instead of milk;
he smiled with his teeth
but not his eyes, and left
me with a storm in my
veins, a night without stars.
in a tea-cup, his grey-black
eyes smiling at me like nights
without stars. The cup said
"Drink me", so I did.
It tasted like coffee mixed
with agony instead of milk;
he smiled with his teeth
but not his eyes, and left
me with a storm in my
veins, a night without stars.
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could have been's.
you told me we couldve been so lovely.
i said no. the only lovely things are broken things, and i said i would not break, i would not break, i would not -
you closed my eyes and said it was too late for that, and i shouldnt waste my time with denials.
-
i asked you if i could read the chapters of the story of life out of order. because isnt it all just the same?
the only thing that changes is how we react; how we think and how we feel.
im not changing.
and if i am:
its not for the best.
-
could i be the one that does the breaking, for once?
-
you told me that our love was like this:
black holes that
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brighter.
i. you say my name like
it was meant
to be pretty.
x. you told me that
watching candles glow
in the night was beautiful;
but they are nothing
compared to you.
iii. you could take out
my heart. you could
rip it, and you could
put it back together and
make me into something
beautiful.
z. you glow
the prettiest shade
of silver.
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tomorrow.
i used to hold you close in the hopes that you'd keep me warm.
it worked physically, but my heart always felt colder; heavier afterwards.
you never liked to hold me, anyway.
-
you and i are not the same.
you like it when the rain falls, and you like being startled when its peace is interrupted by thunder. you like trying to catch the rain in a bucket; you try to 'save' it from colliding with the ground.
i only like to watch it fall.
you are beautiful when you cry; when your body shakes uncontrollably with sobs you can't hold in. you are open when you cry, and i can see past the marble mask you put up and i feel like i know you.
but i
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11th March 2010.
Written in my creative writing class today.
We were meant to be writing some prose about dolls, or something, but I got distracted and wrote this instead.
Any/all comments welcome.
Written in my creative writing class today.
We were meant to be writing some prose about dolls, or something, but I got distracted and wrote this instead.
Any/all comments welcome.
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Nice capture of strong emotion with few words.
A very GOOD thing.
A very GOOD thing.