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A Revised TragedyI wrote a tragedy with our lips. / The story of our affair was filled with pages of your fingertips fluttering across my skin. / Paragraphs covered our hidden desires to embrace what we pretended was ours.
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May 1, 2017
ButterfliesI still get butterflies / thinking about / the first time
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Jul 29, 2013
ExhaustionHave you ever been so tired / that the words won't come / and sentences won't form
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Sep 24, 2013
Give It BackYou stole my heart away / like that boy when he stole my skateboard. / You cared for it
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Jun 16, 2013
He Doesn't KnowWhy would he worry about me? / He doesn't know I broke my promise not to hurt myself. / He doesn't know about the scars.
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Jul 8, 2013
I found herI found her in her room / scattered across the floor, / in piles and in heaps,
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May 3, 2017
I wrote a tragedyI wrote a tragedy with my lips / the story of our love / the pages of your hands across my skin
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Feb 9, 2015
Maddening Without YouLife is a little maddening / without you. / Every little thing
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May 15, 2013
Mad? No."Are you mad at me?" / "I wouldn't say 'mad.'" / I'd say
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Jul 15, 2013
Mr. WonderfulYou said he's no **Mr. Wonderful** / that there's a lot of shame in his name / You said his bad side is something I'd never want to see
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Jul 9, 2013
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