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gaelic angel.inspired by lack of inspiration is what my worthless mind has reduced to. my fingers are dancing, impatient, searching; you have been gone for two weeks yesterday, and i miss the curling wispsgaelic angel.
of your hair and your crooked smile and the way you’d hold me and whisper
beautiful nothings into my ear. i miss the feeling of my palms sliding across your chest, and the way you kiss me with a sense of urgency and recklessness, as if you’re telling me, “i love you, i love you, i need you, i want you.”
sometimes in my mind, i’ll secretly refer to you as my gae
by ~thelovelymoo
three weeks.eight days away from release, and it is time to write on the left side of notebooks and give genuine smiles. reaching out, my fingers curl over his slender ones; people ask me if i am happy, and all i can do is smile.three weeks.
(i am clumsy again.)
there are things i will never forget, like the unexpected first kiss and the ten minute long hugs and “i love you”’s
while i rake my fingers through your hair. (because i am finally letting go of the past that does not matter.)
three weeks was all it took for you to change a lifetime-- my lifetime. now i want to
by ~thelovelymoo
broken fins.driving home that night, i thought we were going to die.broken fins.
in retrospect, it would have been tragic and beautiful if we had. the rain poured in around the car, calling me to crash and drown. every time we hit standing water, i would cringe and widen my eyes while my mother would mutter, “shit,” and try to peer through
the broken windshield wipers.
then again, i might have already been dead, sitting in the passenger seat and forcing myself to suck in air that rattled lifelessly in my lungs.
it all started with counting fish and quiet conversation. rain ha
by ~thelovelymoo
things i will never tell you.listen closely:things i will never tell you.
after you left, i decided i had an imploding heart, and still haven’t decided if it matters or not.
your handprint is still on my crash symbol, and i really don’t have the heart to match mine to it.
thank you for believing that i am much stronger than i actually am; i still remember that question you asked me, about why i got so upset whenever you mentioned her. “i wish i knew why it frustrated you,” you murmured, “but you don’t have to talk about it, if you don’t want to.”
i didn’t. there are ju
by ~thelovelymoo
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paper cranes and picket fencesi am folding you one thousand paper cranes because it is all we have left.paper cranes and picket fences
legend says that if i fold one thousand paper cranes, i will get a wish. i could wish for a pair of iridescent wings or an ocean in a teacup or just to finally be happy again, but i don't want any of that--with every crane i fold i am imagining you. one crane for the circles under your eyes, one crane for your jutting ribs, one crane for every seizure.
i love you and you're dying and i will run out of paper trying to fold your broken pieces into birds.
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you drew me a picture of us in the future. our houses were
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catherine. just catherine.
but thank you, love
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catherine. just catherine.
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catherine. just catherine.
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Cause a punk rock song wont ever change the world
but I can tell you about a couple that changed me
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but it doesn't mean i'm not thankful.
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and you're most welcome, you really deserve the praise.
to be honest, i've been writing poetry for a year, but never had the courage to share it. once i read yours, i finally started letting others see it. so really, thank you.
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