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olivia-bayer
olivia-bayer
Cincinnati Be Radiant.
There are four chambers in the heart The right atrium receives oxygen poor blood When you left I was smothered Somehow the words from your lips had enough power to poison the air I inhaled Leaving me struggling and aching to be clean of you and all our memories The right ventricle pumps oxygen poor blood to the lungs The pain of your absence spread like a virus in my life My teachers were spouting information but none of it was teaching me How to love myself again The left atrium receives oxygen rich blood I threw out the cigarettes you left on my desk and I rinsed you out of my hair. I got up early and drank my tea outside and embraced the cold air. The wind, so clean and un dirtied by your empty words and sticky promises, that its almost tangible. The left ventricle pumps oxygen rich blood to the body Six months gone and I'm not reaching for you anymore. No longer Do I see you in my wrinkled sheets or the scuffs on my converse I'm a lot lighter now No longer do I have to carry your sad angry anxious dead weight on my sleeve No longer do I have to use band aids to cover my wrists, but now to cover the scrapes on my knees from climbing mountains higher than I could've dreamed And I've fallen in love with someone new Myself. She's great, thanks for asking.
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Dec 22, 2014
Dec 22, 2014 at 10:42 PM UTC
Explosions of a Four Chambered Heart
Baby I don't know Where on this road I'm going My soul is feeling so low Can you see, is it showing? I'm packing my bag but it won't zip I just need you to tell me not to go Feel you fingers on my hip Tell me life without me would be woe I want you to need me like I need you I want to shake your soul There's nothing left for me to do I've dug the deepest possible hole So if one day you miss me Know that that's all I wanted you to do And if you get down on one knee I hope to God you think it through Adieu my almost lover Adieu
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Dec 22, 2014
Dec 22, 2014 at 10:40 PM UTC
Paper Roads