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i.
I think about writing about stars
and empty soda bottles
and anything unrelated to you

but then you and your whirlpool eyes...
my pretty stars are space junk
and my empty soda bottles are trash.

ii.
i pointed out orion in the sky.
you took my hand and
asked me why it mattered
over the clinking sound of breaking china
or cheap metal maybe,
something as insignificant as my heart.

my fingers curled into fists,
as i realized you had no clue how you bruised me

iii.
I love every bit of you
your eyes, your hair, the shape of your jaw
and your nose and ears
the things people notice when they first see you

your fingers, your natural rhythm,
the way you pick up little things
and turn them over in your hands.
the things nobody notices but me

love makes everything precious treasure.
makes trivial objects, sounds, and memories
suddenly wonderful.

how you squint when you smile,
almost hiding those eyes i love
and your lips twist up like they used to
right before you kissed me.

iv.
if i were to collapse,
and they were to take me to the hospital,
the doctors would cut me open
and gape at mess inside.
they'd wonder who'd been taking stabs at my heart
for the past two years...
but why did it matter
whether i had a whole heart or not

they couldn't pry the empty bottle from my hands.

v.
there was the time though
when you treasured me,
and I sparkled brighter than the space junk stars
and you collected the empty soda bottles.
i wrote poetry for you
in permanent marker on the empty, empty bottles.
you tucked the falling strands of hair behind my ear
and promised me today, tomorrow, forever.

there was that once
when you turned everything trivial
into something miraculous.
Don't those little ' poetic' things seem ridiculous if without the one you love?

how can i appreciate anything without being loved?

love makes everything precious treasure.
makes trivial objects, sounds, and memories
suddenly wonderful.
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:iconviolethearts77:
violethearts77 Featured By Owner Oct 23, 2010   Writer
wow. that was truly beautiful... and sad. :sniff sniff:
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:iconemocinderella:
Emocinderella Featured By Owner Oct 27, 2010  Hobbyist Writer
thank you so much
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Andry-a-qui Featured By Owner Oct 23, 2010
very nice!
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:iconemocinderella:
Emocinderella Featured By Owner Oct 27, 2010  Hobbyist Writer
thank you so much.
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DamagedHomewrecker Featured By Owner Oct 22, 2010  Hobbyist Writer
they couldn't pry the empty bottle from my hands.

i love that you made that line stand alone, made it more powerful. that line hurt the deepest. this is beautiful.
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:iconemocinderella:
Emocinderella Featured By Owner Oct 27, 2010  Hobbyist Writer
me too.
would you mind telling me, do you think the last stanza makes it clear why the whole bottle/star thing is significant?
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:icondamagedhomewrecker:
DamagedHomewrecker Featured By Owner Oct 27, 2010  Hobbyist Writer
yes i think it does
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misunderstoodsoul1 Featured By Owner May 9, 2009
this is great, i love it, so true, and beautiful
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:iconemocinderella:
Emocinderella Featured By Owner May 10, 2009  Hobbyist Writer
Oh thank you so much!
:hug:
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:iconmisunderstoodsoul1:
misunderstoodsoul1 Featured By Owner May 11, 2009
yo welcome
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