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spare change.

Feb 25, 2010, 2:40:39 AM by ~electrickiss
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_{so i dreamt of you last night.

as usual, you are with me, but as usual, i can't find you. so i scream your name, again and again until my throat goes raw and i wake, with my fists clenched, swallowing my sobs.

and i see him there, lying peacefully on his side, stray strands of hair fluttering under his breath as he sleeps. i look at him and your name pops into mind, but it's wrong.

i fear i'll say something i shouldn't, and he'll just love me more. i know when he wakes, he'll flash me a smile that breaks hearts. he'll ask for a morning kiss, and that's when your name will run repeatedly over and over in my head and spill over onto my lips. and i'll pray he doesn't taste it there.

he'll run the tub for me, somehow knowing the perfect temperature and amount of soap suds. he'll wash my hair for me, fingers trailing along my skin, and my tears will fall into the mixture of warm water and bubbles, leaving no trace, just a little extra salt.

he'll make me coffee, a pot of warmth and comfort, and i'll remember you at the coffee shop, slim hands clutching a mug as you said goodbye. i'll remember the dark liquid turning cold. and i'll see my disbelieving reflection in the face of my heart getting scattered across the table in the form of change you happened to leave behind.

he'll see my expression change and he'll be there. he'll hold me as he always does, hands feeling the steady drip-drip-drip of my never-ending tears and the spasms of my frame. he'll patch up my heart-that-was-spare-change and i'll feel just a little bit better.

he'll carry me to my room and slide in a video that he knows i like. he'll stand by the doorway, quietly watching me, and i know he'll look at the ugly, jagged scar you left on the back of my neck. i'll feel his gaze on that spot, and i'll try and say something, anything, to make up for the pain he has to go through for me.

but he'll say, "it's okay", and his eyes, tinged with a bit of sadness, will tug at my heart, and i'll want to apologize over and over for putting him through so much. and then he'll be gone, walking through the streets, and as i watch his hair mess up in the breeze, i'll realize that there's only enough in me to hold on to just one heart;

yours, or the one that beats within him.

and by the time he gets home, i've taken a hit of him, and it's gotten me all lightheaded. something's taking over the inside of me, and as my mind starts to drift, i realize that i've fallen in love with him, and you don't mean anything to me anymore.}

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steel heart.

Apr 22, 2011, 9:09:22 PM by ~electrickiss
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_{i. he has a heart made of steel.

ii. he meets a six foot tall, awkward and lanky boy in a quaint little coffee shop, and the wires inside his steel heart twitch. large doe eyes stare straight into his shell and he thinks his brain has begun to malfunction. he finds himself asking the name of the boy, and his steel heart begins to hum maxmaxmax.

iii. hands run softly through his hair and he's pretty sure the heat in his chest cavity isn't a good thing. he records the touch of max's fingers in his hair and stores it as a file worth a few hearty gigabytes. he begins to save everything that max does, and replays them over and over again when he's alone on the rooftop, under the lights of the stars.

iv. when max kisses the edge of his eye, he realizes that he's run out of memory space, and he feels a little despair creeping into his heart in the form of rust. but it's okay, he tells himself, as max kisses him again, as long as he's got the warmth of the boy next to him, computerized files don't mean a thing.

v. his heart short-circuits when max tells him he loves him. the last thing he sees is the hopeful gleam in max's eyes, and he claws uselessly at his chest in hopes of a few more seconds of thrumming life. but it doesn't work, and he doesn't feel the desperate hands cupping his face, or lips against his own cold ones.

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i. he has a heart made of steel.

ii. surgeons hold it wonderingly in their hands, the cool metal soaking through latex gloves. the heart suddenly bursts into life, a moment too late, and when it finally comprehends that fact, its system crashes once more. the techs try and retrieve information from the memory box sitting comfortably in the center of the heart, but all they see on their computer screens are corrupted files.

iii. there's one uncorrupted one, however.

iv. it contains just four words repeated over and over again, and still, it's not repeated enough.

v. max, i love you.}

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_{good grief, the IB programme will be the death of me.

it's been two days since school's started and i have two essays to write.

whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy.

if only i was a born genius. if only.

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