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stop:
this is the sound of stars
screaming like fireworks, and
mangled promises spilling
through trainwreck teeth. this
is the sound of lungs filling
with air and girls with brown
eyes and the whisperwhisper
of sheets on skin.
i have never heard a more eloquent silence.
look:
this is not me, this is
the purple-blue of midwest
sunsets and the hope found
between quintessential smiles
and blinding neon lights. this
is the amount of air between
worlds and words and the freckles
on your left shoulder. this is not me.
but i promise you, someday i will be incredible.
listen:
you are filled with delicate bones
and inchoate dreams, and maybe
someday you will turn your suppressed
screams into more then just an escape
route. maybe someday you will finally
see your elegant imperfections and
enchanting eyes and you will realize that
you are beautiful.
i am inspired by your ignorance.
this is the sound of stars
screaming like fireworks, and
mangled promises spilling
through trainwreck teeth. this
is the sound of lungs filling
with air and girls with brown
eyes and the whisperwhisper
of sheets on skin.
i have never heard a more eloquent silence.
look:
this is not me, this is
the purple-blue of midwest
sunsets and the hope found
between quintessential smiles
and blinding neon lights. this
is the amount of air between
worlds and words and the freckles
on your left shoulder. this is not me.
but i promise you, someday i will be incredible.
listen:
you are filled with delicate bones
and inchoate dreams, and maybe
someday you will turn your suppressed
screams into more then just an escape
route. maybe someday you will finally
see your elegant imperfections and
enchanting eyes and you will realize that
you are beautiful.
i am inspired by your ignorance.
Literature
truths.
a. she writes her name
on her hand
just so she won’t
forget
it.
b. they ask her what
she wants to do with
her life, and she says
she wants to write things
that break hearts and
make people
feel
things.
they say she could be
so much
more.
c. hurting you
hurts her
more than you can
imagine.
d. is never important enough
to go with
‘abc’.
(just like her.)
e. she’s sorry.
for everything.
and she doesn’t
even know
why.
Literature
this.
you have shaded eyes quiet smile dark hair love ─
and I could do anything
if it wasn't for you.
collapse the borders on the edge of my vision;
everything's faded out to black shards.
It's cliché and stupid and it won't mean a thing to you, but I know
I won't be able to breathe when you leave tomorrow.
the shield whispering around my skin
was untouchable, I thought, perfect;
no one would be able to get in.
But you passed right through without even trying.
arou
Literature
steps.
one.
the first step is always
the hardest, like learning
to breathe and swim and wish
and sometimes, you sink and
sometimes, you need someone
to rescue you.
but when you finally learn,
it's like locks clicking and
hearts singing and holding
hands and suddenly,
everything makes sense.
.
two.
you held sadness
close to your chest, content knowing
this is something no one
can take away.
and then you start to think
that maybe, happiness could work like this,
too,
and wouldn't that be amazing?
.
three.
realize that you
want to have happy dreams
to put in photo album memories,
and you want
to write a letter
to yourself
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this is amazing.
you've made me a believer.
*watches*
you've made me a believer.
*watches*