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The day you signed the recruitment forms
You said you felt like you'd sold your soul.
But you cried the night before basics
So I knew it was still in there
But somewhere in the marching
And the running and the shouting,
The gunshots and the dust and blood—
Somewhere
It was lost.
You were lost.
Show me the contract
And I'll sign away my soul
Because we used to say we'd brave hell together
If it meant we'd never be apart
And I won't risk heaven
If you might not be waiting
You said you felt like you'd sold your soul.
But you cried the night before basics
So I knew it was still in there
But somewhere in the marching
And the running and the shouting,
The gunshots and the dust and blood—
Somewhere
It was lost.
You were lost.
Show me the contract
And I'll sign away my soul
Because we used to say we'd brave hell together
If it meant we'd never be apart
And I won't risk heaven
If you might not be waiting
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we're never what we think.
at least twice a day, i find myself wishing i was less.
less of a worrier.
less of a lover.
less of a mess.
all of this would be so much better, if the disconnect between
what i want and what i have would close because then things
would be simple for the first time in years. and i could inhale
without wondering what kind of consequences it will have five
minutes from now. you can only imagine what really goes
through my mind in the time it'll take you to breathe in and
out. now hold it. like i've been holding this thought for months—
the girl i was is quickly vanishing.
i've been holding it like a secret on the tip of
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Fallen Angel
"They're only blackberry stains, Scottie." She assures me, soft voice lilting and whispery like the east coast wind, tinged with the taste of salt, that teases her obsidian hair.
I'm tracing the harsh purple bruises that tell painful stories as they paint her ivory skin like serpent tails, crawling down her concave collarbones, and curling unforgivingly around her thin upperarms.
"Angel kisses will wipe them all away while I sleep." She promises, brushing my fingers away from her bleached porcelain skin, as if she might break under my fleeting and gentle touch, and I wonder which one of us she's trying to convince.
"You're the only angel I
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we have the softest heartbeats
i don't know what it means when you say
you don't know what i mean.
the implications of my every sentence stain the
atmosphere like neon lights and i'm left wondering
how you can still be so clueless. how after
all this time. after all the sentences we traded
with each other. after every minute that makes
the miles smaller. you still don't get it. how
you could still not get me.
this is the part where i need to remind myself
that you were never mine.
you've never been anyone's because there isn't
a sentence simple enough to make you stay so
three words and eight letters won't leave you
breathless in between my bed sheet
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I choose this.
"All because of you, I believe in angels. Not the kind with wings, no not the kind with halos. The kind that bring you home when home becomes a strange place. I'll follow your voice. All you have to do is shout it out,"
"All because of you, I believe in angels. Not the kind with wings, no not the kind with halos. The kind that bring you home when home becomes a strange place. I'll follow your voice. All you have to do is shout it out,"
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your writing always gives me chills down my spine and up to my hair because its so... i'm wordless.