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don't ask for specifics.
inhale, exhale,
and pretend you know all there is to know.
don't ask for answers you know you don't
want to hear.
for the fifth time in as many minutes, she
squinted up at the clock, still wearing
that dazed expression.
five minutes ago he told her he
was leaving
five minutes ago she'd felt her
heart shatter at his feet
five minutes ago she'd lost all
direction
and now all she could do was
watch the second hand
as it carried him away
into the void of time and
memory
uncharted waters always make
us uneasy.
we don't like to talk about things:
we don't like to talk about
our flaws, our problems
the things we take and
bury deep.
but the only way to understand is to
delve into the madness and
talk to each other
it's the only way to move
forward
you were a tornado, and I
was tired of ordinary.
I guess I was asking for adventure and
maybe I was asking for too
much.
I thought whirlwinds like you
only left scattered silence
but all I could hear was the
door slamming
and now instead of your voice
I can feel the ground pulse beneath
my feet, leftover reverberations of
a goodbye I didn't want
/weakling/
words like bullets
shooting from their dormancy
within the fire hot chamber
/weakling, weakling,
weakling/
something inside
icy hot and bursting
today the world is your
battleground and you are
the bullet
in the chamber
july, oh that day in july
five days past fourteen
took a look at you and felt like I'd
been living under a rock for the
short time i'd been alive
how naive, how childish,
how unbearably young I was
never thought a boy could
turn me inside out like that
never thought a shallow attraction
would bloom into such a worrisome
disaster.
life is just a door
simple
wooden framed
a handle stuck
somewhere in the middle
paint peeling,
hinges creaking
there is nothing behind it.
you simply enter
and you create your surroundings.
life is but a door.
nothing less, nothing more
and what's behind it
is all your decision.
your smile
made me want more
something more
than just a curve of the lips
more, perhaps
your voice
you
all of you
it was desire
borne from your happiness
and i entreat
you
to please
do more
than smile.
we'd make a scene, baby
people would turn their heads
and whisper
and tell me that i'm not worthy
for your eyes
for your attention
for you
they'd wear their mouths off with
all that talk
all that good, dirty
gossip
we'd make a scene together
but if you think that's
why I love you
then you're wrong
because they
can stare all they want
they can glare
with the fire of a thousand
glowing suns
and strike us with poisonous
words
but in the end
you know i'll always be there
because I love
you.
when he smiled
she turned to jelly
and when he took her hand
she melted
and when everyone saw them
together
they said they went together like
peanut butter
and jelly
when he threw her away and
took her for granted
the story ended
and she disappeared
and nobody remembered the ending
ever
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