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19/Agender for when i have a few minutes and a few words
it's been twenty-five years since i've seen you last it's been twenty-five years since i set foot in these halls last since i've heard your voice echo down these staircases and in my very bones we're forty-three years old a far cry from the eighteen year olds we'd been before everyone had left and before i'd held your hand for the last time you're there with someone else someone probably better for you in every way i wasn't, couldn't ever be; you've gotten a hair cut, i notice; it looks good you look good in that shirt, under those lights you look good you've always looked good, to me i'm standing in the corner. where else would i be? surely not in the fringes of the middle, by your side. the lights are too dim to see you clearly but i still remember your smile the lights are too bright to consider daring to approach; i've spent years content in your orbit i can do it for a night more i'm glad i get to see you again i don't know if i will, ever, after this you live half-way across the country you don't live alone you don't think of me not like how i think of you. twenty-five years, and i'd never forgotten the warm press of your hand on my arm, the brush of it on my neck i'd never stopped longing for you but our paths diverged too early, and we were too young, and besides. i had only ever been the one pining. i can't get any closer, anyways, you'd notice me you'd remember me you'd smile at me you'd hold your hand out, and of course i'd take it. but there'd be no familiarity, no comfort, not like how i want it; there couldn't be. she's right there, and you never thought of it like how i did, regardless. i wish we were eighteen forever i wish we could spend an eternity as seniors goofing off in the library as juniors at opposite ends of the school dance as sophomores in the hallways after school as freshmen hiding in math class during lunch. i wish i could hold to that simplicity forever no pressure no isolation just you and me, friends, comfortable with each other comfortable in each others' spaces. who cares what kinds of feelings i harbor? who cares what you think of me? i had the freedom to press my hand against yours, and you had the freedom to put your arm on me as i slept, and that's the only thing that ever mattered, could matter, would matter. i wish i could stay here forever i wish twenty-five years from now never happens i wish i could stop time; i wish you were mine.
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Sep 21, 2019
Sep 21, 2019 at 9:12 PM UTC
someone like you
it's been twenty-five years since i've seen you last it's been twenty-five years since i set foot in these halls last since i've heard your voice echo down these staircases and in my very bones we're forty-three years old a far cry from the eighteen year olds we'd been before everyone had left and before i'd held your hand for the last time you're there with someone else someone probably better for you in every way i wasn't, couldn't ever be; you've gotten a hair cut, i notice; it looks good you look good in that shirt, under those lights you look good you've always looked good, to me i'm standing in the corner. where else would i be? surely not in the fringes of the middle, by your side. the lights are too dim to see you clearly but i still remember your smile the lights are too bright to consider daring to approach; i've spent years content in your orbit i can do it for a night more i'm glad i get to see you again i don't know if i will, ever, after this you live half-way across the country you don't live alone you don't think of me not like how i think of you. twenty-five years, and i'd never forgotten the warm press of your hand on my arm, the brush of it on my neck i'd never stopped longing for you but our paths diverged too early, and we were too young, and besides. i had only ever been the one pining. i can't get any closer, anyways, you'd notice me you'd remember me you'd smile at me you'd hold your hand out, and of course i'd take it. but there'd be no familiarity, no comfort, not like how i want it; there couldn't be. she's right there, and you never thought of it like how i did, regardless. i wish we were eighteen forever i wish we could spend an eternity as seniors goofing off in the library as juniors at opposite ends of the school dance as sophomores in the hallways after school as freshmen hiding in math class during lunch. i wish i could hold to that simplicity forever no pressure no isolation just you and me, friends, comfortable with each other comfortable in each others' spaces. who cares what kinds of feelings i harbor? who cares what you think of me? i had the freedom to press my hand against yours, and you had the freedom to put your arm on me as i slept, and that's the only thing that ever mattered, could matter, would matter. i wish i could stay here forever i wish twenty-five years from now never happens i wish i could stop time; i wish you were mine.
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i'm so glad i'm still here- there are so many people (genuinely good people) that i've met that i have yet to meet
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Jul 30, 2019
Jul 30, 2019 at 9:05 PM UTC
.:love:.
i hope one day your teeth drip with the taste of your own cruelty one day you choke on the fog of your own anger i hope one day your fingers dangle slick with pain and regret regret i hope one day you r e g r e t
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Jun 3, 2019
Jun 3, 2019 at 1:24 AM UTC
up all night
i barely remember you. i barely remember your hands on my waist your face on my neck your hair under my chin i barely remember holding you i barely remember loving you i had everything, and my everything was you it was you and your hair and the way you moved i fell for you, i think? i think i fell, for you. for you i fell, i think. you fell, i think, for i.
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Apr 23, 2019
Apr 23, 2019 at 10:26 PM UTC
we wear new faces and house old souls
when you get mad, angry, furious, i know it's because you want to prepare me you want me to be ready for the real world you want me to grow up and be your perfection oh, i'll be ready, but not for the reasons you think i'll be ready because no one could ever hurt me more than you have and i could never hate anything more than what you've said to me
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Jan 6, 2019
Jan 6, 2019 at 3:22 PM UTC
gone
you destroyed me in the best way possible your hands on my heart impossibly warm and all-too hot i never planned on loving you the way i do now; you've earned it (as if my love was anything worth earning) you haven't seen it (as if my love was anything worth seeing) you destroyed me in the worst way possible because you mean so much to me you're just out of my reach i never planned on losing you the way i have now; you smile at another (as if i could look at anything else) you care for another (as if i could care for anyone else) you destroyed me, but maybe i destroyed myself for you
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Jan 6, 2019
Jan 6, 2019 at 2:57 AM UTC
closure
how different am i, that you can no longer love me? i swear not very long ago, or maybe yesterday, or maybe tomorrow, i smiled, smile, will smile at you it is the same smile, on the same face you just haven't seen it in quite some time you ask me if i am the same, you ask if i am still me, and i answer of course, because i am more me than ever and maybe that is why you're so scared that i've changed
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Jan 5, 2019
Jan 5, 2019 at 2:18 AM UTC
past, present, future tense
i remember the grit of the rocks under my feet, the tug of tiny waves at my toes, the smudges of mud on your cheeks, we were so small. the grass was dead and the air cold and you knew exactly why, always smarter than me but how could I ever even think of holding that against you? we never made promises, but even death couldn't do us part blood is thicker than water, isn't it? i hate that phrase, hate everything it means and everything it's done to me but you are my closest and maybe it is the blood running through our veins and dripping from our noses
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Dec 28, 2018
Dec 28, 2018 at 2:00 PM UTC
i wouldn't leave without you
i'd do anything you asked me to because i know you'd never ask of me anything that would hurt me
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Dec 22, 2018
Dec 22, 2018 at 4:17 PM UTC
846.
am i a puppet? what are these strings? i was told i could become so many things i'm used to the whispers, i'm used to the lies, i'm used to the looks i've been given so many times am i not my own? can i not fly? instead of being given my wings i'm told not to try kick me while i'm down, split my lip across your fist, i'll be what you want, the nightmare for which you've wished don't cry when i come, don't cry when i leave, i was never a thing for you to grieve
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Nov 28, 2018
Nov 28, 2018 at 10:09 PM UTC
am i good enough for you yet?