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jay-littman
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the mood rolls in like a summer storm; heavy, inexplicable, too sudden and all encompassing it makes the air weigh down and too hot for such fragile lungs the first few seconds, you feel this sort of sick, disastrous thrill when it comes crashing in like thunder, letting you lose control, giving you permission not to be accountable; “the storm in my head made me do it” or so you’ll say later, and you won’t even know if it’s true and neither will they your mind gets fogged up with the circular thoughts and the half-formed fantasies with grim endings start to swirl into a hurricane that could make the trees snap; you’re no match for it so you sit around waiting for the flood to pass while it gathers in your lungs spills out from your eyes even though you’ve got no reason to be sad and you know it and that just makes it worse until so many clouds have gathered you’ve forgotten what the sky’s like without it and you think, maybe it’d be better to just drown already.
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Aug 14, 2014
Aug 14, 2014 at 12:49 AM UTC
deluge
there is a girl in your bed, her jewelry tossed to the nightstand because you were careless in the dark ankles peeking out from the sheets, hair splayed out like a painting, wild and frozen in the moment of some unknown dream, and you want it not to matter, you said that it was simple, that it was just ******* when you pressed your hand flat against her back and rammed your teeth together in overeager kisses and grinned in lazy triumph when she sighed in your mouth, you said, “don’t worry, this doesn’t mean a thing” you collected phrases to armor the cavity in your chest “it’s just *** “nothing to talk about” “i don’t feel anything” but she stayed the night, pale light from the window is tracing where you’ve kissed; her bony shoulders, the freckles that collar her throat, the purple-red bruise you left just below her right ear now blossoming so much more beautiful than the alcohol and the night would ever let you dream up there is a girl in your bed and you ache with how it matters.
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Aug 8, 2014
Aug 8, 2014 at 9:47 PM UTC
what it isn't