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Pinholes and snapshots,
Learning to floss properly,
Things I could be doing other than this…
I’m sitting in a destroyed room pushing buttons.
Having temporary lulls of logical thinking…
Freezeframed
Inert wandering
Bumping into things
Five hundred million people all
With the same face, not that numbers mean anything.
I knew this would happen, you’ll never speak now, just make noise and
Bubble mud from your lips.
Today I woke up clothed for the first time in weeks, without remembering I ever fell asleep in the first place. I touched the puffy semicircles under my eyes, named them Amaze Meant after the past few months, tripped on my feet, forgot about it. Checked out my ribcage in the mirror, pulled on my pants, tried to forget about it, stumbled over my feet. Fed my cat. Put on a shirt; I thought about something. Went to work and ate something. Wrote something on a napkin, threw it away, forgot about it. I napped and dreamed of something. Woke up and had nothing within all those somethings because so much of some things have always been you.
A million and one pinpricks in the one you hope he won’t give up on
So you’ll really have someone to blame
Softness and shaking all in its right being
My mediocre, socially acceptable, face.
A somewhat less than sickening invasion of bodily fluids and brainwaves
[Or is it brainwaves and electrical wires?]
Signs you’re in it for the all the wrong reasons:
If sex has never actually moved you to a different place
Sometimes the ceiling falls down on me
Then disappears altogether,
And then I wonder if anyone is actually real.
I’m half crazy over you.
That’s not right.
Unknown "Beeeccaauh" Evasive
- 16 years, 8 months, 5 days ago
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We were on our second pot of coffee and then some; I was drenched, dripping where I stood, standing with my jeans clutching my legs in her doorway. My hair was falling in my face when she brushed it away from my eyes like the way the pavement broke the fall of the street light's silhouette. In the kitched, she had left the water running, and the sink was filling up with everything we weren't saying. She put my clothes in her dryer and I sat on the edge of her bed, wearing her Cure t-shirt, watching her spin around the room to a mix cd I made her. What I wanted to tell her was that I'm so in love with him, I can't see straight anymore but then she asked me why I look like I'm always smiling even when I'm not.
Unknown "Beeeccaauh" Evasive
- 16 years, 8 months, 5 days ago
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