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Slightly Lovely Feb 2019
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It snowed.
I cried.
You used to love the snow, becoming joyful like I've never seen you.
I know this time of year brings with it the shadows and demons.
But it never failed to show me your smile.
Your real smile.
I miss you.
Slightly Lovely Feb 2019
You
I miss you.
I ache with you like I never have before.
Sometimes I forget.
Get used to the emptiness.
Don't remember your absence.
Im sorry... I'm so. Sorry.
If you died. how long would it take for me to forget?
...
.....
I hate myself for doing this to you
...
I want you back.
But it's been a month and I don't know if you'll ever return.
So Happy Valentines Day Love.
Slightly Lovely Feb 2019
I sit in a rickety bus,
Wondering what I did to deserve friends like this.
We laugh and pose and sing.
I draw your faces, you draw mine,
I kiss your cheeks, and you return the favor.
I love the neon light, i love your shining eyes and your lovely laughs.
Thank you.
I don't deserve you, but I'll take you all.
<3
Slightly Lovely Jan 2019
Your skin threw me off,
And for that,
I regret who I am...
But I will work towards destroying my walls,
I know my biases are there,
And I will try to be careful,
Cause, believe it or not, I know it’s not fair.
I understand the wrongness of my thoughts,
And I hope we can still be friends.
Cause you really care....
Slightly Lovely Jan 2019
Sorry,
I know I’m upset,
I know that being proud and insecure at the same time makes no sense,
But do you really not like me?
Are we not able to talk, to connect?
All I wish for, is to be friends...
What is so wrong with that?
Slightly Lovely Jan 2019
January 3rd, 2018.
That is the day your music stopped.
I knew it would, but I could not have imagined how empty our house became.
No one else noticed that. They missed you of course, Mom, Dad, even our sister, but they didn’t notice the things I did.
Like when you came home late, those nights I was the only one up, raptured by my book.
Before your car’s light began to shine through my closed blinds, I would hear your music, playing so loud it would wake me sometimes.
I never minded though.
I would wait for you to come inside, listen as you whisper-sang the lyrics to the songs you loved so much, closing the door behind you.
I would lay down my book and just rest as you half ran up the stairs, opening and closing the doors between your room and the bathroom, getting ready for bed. When you finally finished I’d simply go back to my book, a smile resting on my lips.
Or when you sang in the shower. You either couldn’t hear yourself or just didn’t care how you sounded, because your voice would go on off notes cracking.
But it always brought a smile to our Mom’s face, softening the room.
I remember when you played your music upstairs, real music, loud and half hazzard.
But because of the constant ache in Dad’s head, you plugged your instruments into your computer, shutting us in a silence. But I would often still feel a faint beat in my room, your foot tapping the floor, your instruments silent but still thrumming.
I remember how youth-group changed without you there. I felt lost without a comforting face to look upon.
But it wasn’t until later that summer,when we went to visit you that i accepted the silence, because even though the music followed you, we were not together 24/7. I would never be able to live in it again.
That summer was a hard summer. But by the end I began to press play on a new track.
August 27th, 2018.
That was the day my music started.
Write about the day the music stopped
Slightly Lovely Jan 2019
Deep orbs of water, like the depths of the sea
Soft and dappled in the morning light, I stare into your eyes,
Slowly forest specks are visible, deep and dark around the pupils.
I watch you dilate and reflect, struggling to understand my gaze,
I give a small smile, tired from talking all night.
My head falls to your shoulder, and you wrap the blanket closer around us.
Nights like this are the best, nights where I watch the laughter and mirth bubble through,
Causing the deepness of your eyes to twinkle, nights where we sit and cry, talking of all the hurt.
Up on our small roof I watch your eyes fill with tears, causing the soft specks to be prominent until I’m stumbling in woods of fir trees and emeralds. But I know how to bring the ocean back, how to make the waters as bright as the sky.
Describe your love interest's eyes without using a color.

idk if I failed because I used the words "forest specks" but....
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