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you always look to words for
some way to get out what you cannot but
just
sometimes
you become too bottled up for words to fit
and too incoherent
too quiet
and lost
and you just
don't know
what to do
(then highlight all, delete)
some way to get out what you cannot but
just
sometimes
you become too bottled up for words to fit
and too incoherent
too quiet
and lost
and you just
don't know
what to do
(then highlight all, delete)
Literature
a cliche in reverse
x.
he kisses her once, hard on the mouth.
and then he turns to leave.
there are butterflies in her stomach and fairies in her feet and she yells to his back: "i won't forget you."
he stops, but doesn't turn around to face her. and then, so softly, so quietly that she might've imagined it, she hears:
"thank you."
ix.
she knows he's going to leave soon.
it's only a matter of time.
on their last day together, she breaks: "it doesn't have to be this way."
silence, and then:
"...you know it does."
viii.
the days turn into weeks turn into a month and she can feel time sweeping by.
they don't hold hands or snuggle or touch lips or shar
Literature
Drowning in Reverse
x. I still have your phone.
ix. The boardwalk carnival was shut down a few months later, roped off and boarded up like a condemnation of joy. The ferris wheel still rose high above the skyline, towering in silent reminder.
viii. The funeral was on a beautiful, balmy, sunny day and somehow that made it all the worse. The wind would pick up a little and ruffle your goldspun hair and I could hope, just for a moment, that you were still here.
vii. It was a cold, white room. I don't know why hospitals are so cold. Or maybe it was just me - maybe it was just me trying to siphon out all of my warmth and channel it into you.
vi. I didn't see the
Literature
Drowning in Reverse II
vii. I still have your phone.
vi. The boardwalk carnival was shut down a few months later, roped off and boarded up like a condemnation of joy. The Ferris wheel rose high above the skyline, towering in silent reminder. I had to look at it every day on the ride to school. But it still hurt a little less than the pitying glances cast my way when no one thought I was looking.
v. The funeral was on a beautiful, balmy, sunny day and somehow that made it all the worse.
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Oh I can certainly relate. Nicely done