where’s my hug?
It was an experiment. They were all experiments; every time I broke down, sobbing, and you told me what to do. Telling myself I was useless, that I was a failure, never seemed right somehow. It was all for your benefit. Why can’t you just tell me that everything is going to be okay? I don’t think I’ll ever know. You say so many beautiful things about me when I’m happy. Yet they all evaporate into air or maybe they condense into the tears that fall to the ground and burst. I had wanted you to tell it was all going to be okay, but you didn’t. That’s fine. I know it’s all going to be okay even if you don’t have the courage to say it. Even so, I miss you. Please understand.
you’ve split your skin.
I dreamed that you kissed me last night. It was a sudden thing. Your hands encircled my face and you pressed your lips to mine. It wasn’t a graceful move and there were crumbs on my lips. My friends looked at me in shock and incredulity; I didn’t know what to do. Should I go after you (I had wanted this to happen after all)? Or should I giggle in disbelief as my friends were doing?
The only thing I knew for sure was that I was glad. I want this dream to be real.
just re-read all my old posts.
I barely remember who that girl was. She had so much strange, inconsequential worry in her heart. It took her over and spilled out of her as words. Maybe I’m the same girl and a year from now I’ll wonder how any of the things that surround me could have caused me to fret.
I don’t remember why I wrote the things she did.
you are forgotten.
I forgot you. I forgot the before. I forgot the after. I forgot the during.
I guess you weren’t as important as I thought.
She whispered
Quite as an angel
He barely heard the plea
Before it became dust
A dream
Lost for evermore
In a haze of consciousness
A wasteland of reality
The harsh light blurred the edges and
Filled the humid air as
She whispered
Quiet as an angel.
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When we meet
I hope I spend the rest of my life wishing I had never met you, instead of spending the rest of my life wishing I had.
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in love with hope.
I’m in love with a Hope that was lost long ago
It was replaced by a Certainty that I’m not quite sure of.
I’ve been told to do so many things;
To Accept
To Tolerate
To Relax.
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