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"hey. welcome home." it's been a while, and i've missed you.
"thanks. it's good to be home." it's like i can breathe again.
"so..." i just want to say...
"so..." i just want to say...
"i--" ---
"i can't and i won't leave you again. there's so many things i want to say, but -- " basically, i love you.
"i love you too." and oh, how i do.
"thanks. it's good to be home." it's like i can breathe again.
"so..." i just want to say...
"so..." i just want to say...
"i--" ---
"i can't and i won't leave you again. there's so many things i want to say, but -- " basically, i love you.
"i love you too." and oh, how i do.
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fair
i find beauty in our awkwardness, in the way we are pushed together all-too-unoften. fate just isn't fair to us. it's not the story of star-crossed lovers destined to be together. to hell with fate; to destiny - they're selective bitches anyway. they only choose the perfect ones. [and we're anything but, aren't we?]
your smile is crooked with all the times you've had to take it down and then hurriedly put it up again; an overused, bruised sign that says 'drop it. please just drop it.'
[if only they'd bother to look.]
and dark rings curl themselves around my eyes at the most inopportune moments - i wish you wouldn't witness just
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before
a little while ago
maybe a couple of months or something
i wasn't drinking ; instead i was
waking up to you
every morning you would stretch
and your spine would move and i felt it all over
your skin stretched into the sun and
i saw it everywhere
but guess what, that shit was gold and
gold doesn't last and you didn't last.
i got boring and you got mean.
and you're less of a gypsy and more of
a woman and i know if i called you up tonight
said hey baby come home
how did we get here baby i'm crying on the
floor drinking lime pepsi
and this goddamn pepsi is flat. so why don't
you come home. just for the night.
you would say you h
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brennandi
i do hope all the burning is worth it.
you know, when i fall out of my virginal stasis and crawl into the fire of your mouth,
all of your smile a big carnival sketch of a bad clown, the kind who rubs off his makeup at night and is lonely and balding and wishes he could take his guests with him. tiny child guest, doll guest. (be mine.)
his smile was for me though. i was ten and i looked like i will in three years only smaller and more full of sand than water. his smile was for me when he had a fire burning in his head. his smile was for me when i wrote him lullabies and he listened to metal instead. so i made my lullabies out of metal, twis
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It's so sweet! I like it. 