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jackie-8
jackie-8
American i like to write and that is all.
I rushed you out I’m sorry I didn’t notice I was scared you wouldn’t leave You kept saying you couldn’t do it It was getting harder for me, I need to be kissed I need to be hugged You forgot things Tv remotes but most important Registration papers And how to understand me I had to go through the things You chose to leave behind for me
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Feb 1, 2021
Feb 1, 2021 at 3:44 AM UTC
Things you left behind
Today, we carried the world in our pockets We ran away. We landed near the tree where you always chose to stay We played outside while we waited for the rain We had a lovely day. We let the sun shine through the blossoming of every moon The sky felt smooth, and when the rain finally fell, You smiled, calm, and steadily glowing, blooming against any rain that would ever have to fall again. And just like the flowers in the end, you laid there, unharmed, waiting. Today, we had a lovely day.
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May 10, 2015
May 10, 2015 at 4:32 PM UTC
Today
I could write that your coat was black; and they would think I meant dark as night. They would probably analyze the complexity of your coat, but to me it was the simple sky. Because even with the darkness of hidden secrets, the pockets were blue, and you were my light.
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Dec 15, 2014
Dec 15, 2014 at 1:39 AM UTC
Blue
sleepless empty unknowing disinclined goodbye restless thoughtfulness remembering gone absent betrayal angered hatred torn lunatic anxiety doubtful tormented delusion unsettled fear lonely apathetic envious optimistic hopeful eager reliving lies affliction constant end
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Dec 12, 2013
Dec 12, 2013 at 3:08 AM UTC
Separation
It comes every so often between the hours of two and four. They are usually filled with fog, but this one is clear. Its transparency resembles that of the deepest part of the sky. It is here where he stares at me. His smile radiates every corner of the small sky, and he sits there, curious, filled with anticipation. It crumbles. It begins to fall apart, and just like the cracks in our skin, It won't be mended. In the end, the fog always returns, but I can still catch his smile. I can still feel his hair, ruffling with the non-existent wind and it's only here where he always decides to stay.
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Dec 7, 2013
Dec 7, 2013 at 7:53 PM UTC
The Dream
And even if things don't work out we will always have those years where all we knew was us. Where all that mattered was us. Where we knew that our love was different and the strongest of all. Where I know that it still is. I know you'll realize it one day. When you do I will be here waiting with my arms wide open. Waiting to fall into beauty again. Waiting to start dreaming again. Waiting for hope. Waiting for you.
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Jun 26, 2013
Jun 26, 2013 at 5:19 AM UTC
Thirty-One