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On the 26th, I carried 26 cents in my pocket and thought of 26 reasons why I love you.
When I turned 16, I asked you to kiss me 16 times, one for each year.
The last two had to be the best because the past two years with you had been the best out of all my sixteen.
On the ninth, I only allowed myself to cry nine tears and think of nine reasons that you should still be mine, nine reasons that we belonged together.
I couldn't find the nine breaths of air to say it.
Thirteen people told me it was all going to be okay.
Thirteen people lied.
Five months later I wrote you five letters telling you how much you meant to me and only got five words in return
"Things are better this way."
The 26th came around again and I had no change in my pockets and only half of my 26 reasons to love you. I held twenty pills in my hand and shook countless shivers because it all felt so wrong and the numbers weren't matching up.
The phone rang four times but yours was the one voice I wanted to hear.
It was the 26th, and I couldn't think of a single reason to go on without you.
When I turned 16, I asked you to kiss me 16 times, one for each year.
The last two had to be the best because the past two years with you had been the best out of all my sixteen.
On the ninth, I only allowed myself to cry nine tears and think of nine reasons that you should still be mine, nine reasons that we belonged together.
I couldn't find the nine breaths of air to say it.
Thirteen people told me it was all going to be okay.
Thirteen people lied.
Five months later I wrote you five letters telling you how much you meant to me and only got five words in return
"Things are better this way."
The 26th came around again and I had no change in my pockets and only half of my 26 reasons to love you. I held twenty pills in my hand and shook countless shivers because it all felt so wrong and the numbers weren't matching up.
The phone rang four times but yours was the one voice I wanted to hear.
It was the 26th, and I couldn't think of a single reason to go on without you.
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talk to me sober.
alcohol is your best
friend while my innocence
is mine, you have your
lies and i have my life.
which do you
honestly think will
last longer?
-
we spend weekends at
bars and weekdays on
the roof of your parents
old house.
no one lives here
now so it's the
perfect place for
you to have sex with
strangers and get drunk.
-
i'm alive, i'm alive.
you're only dreaming.
-
i spend weekends walking
down the street where the
bar used to be, and i spend
weekdays working like
normal people.
you still think you're
going somewhere, and your band
is going to make it
someday. someday.
someday we'll all be
dead all you wi
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i'm contradictory at best.
i wonder what it's like to look into your face and not want to spill every secret i've ever had. i want to be startlingly indifferent. i want to say i don't care and mean it. i want to be reckless in more than that jaywalking every morning on my way to work sort of way. i want to say something that will completely change the course of everything forever. i want to be the sort of thing people need to invent a new word for, because "cataclysmic" won't cover what a disaster i am.
i want to be someone new.
i worry about why the air always tastes several degrees colder than your skin. i know there's a correlation that i haven't figured out yet,
Literature
give me something poetic.
like the way the grass
sparkles
at dawn. scratch that,
too cliche. say,
shush, close your eyes
see the dawn
then forget. forget
because forgetting
is poetic. remember
your grandmother, sick
in the hospital, saying
the old should be beautiful.
this deserves
remembering.
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Don't freak out, it's fiction. I just liked the concept.
And I realized how OCD this made me look after I wrote it.
^_^
And I realized how OCD this made me look after I wrote it.
^_^
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