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 Oct 2013 Alvira Perdita
brooke
i could never explain
how speechless I am
beneath the stars, all
pinholes in heaven's
fabric
 Oct 2013 Alvira Perdita
brooke
sometimes i bury my
stress and put on a
clean face, tell people
I'm relatively unfazed
by everything but I
splintered this morning
over eggs and toast

they say He never gives
you more than you can
handle but bits of me are
seeping out the cracks.
(c) Brooke Otto
 Oct 2013 Alvira Perdita
brooke
occasionally I
live in old
photos.
(c) Brooke Otto
 Oct 2013 Alvira Perdita
brooke
i remember;
for so long you
used that photo
i took of you at
the mukilteo beach
climbing the tower
beside the train tracks
we were so long bathed
in a sepia world in a state
ever clouded but i remember
being young with you, I remember
being carefully happy.
(c) Brooke Otto

until later.
 Sep 2013 Alvira Perdita
brooke
everybody
inside your
head is real
(c) Brooke Otto
 Sep 2013 Alvira Perdita
brooke
I can feel my
heart heal
slowly
inch
by
inch
(c) Brooke
i know you hurt baby
i know you hide it
you tell me you'll be ok
but its a load of ****

im here for you
you know that baby
so please talk to me
dont just say maybe

you are not alone
im by your side
ill die for you baby
i never lied

so please remember
you have me
i love you baby
that will always be
this is for a friend who i care a lot about. she hides a lot of her feelings and tells me its ok, but i really worry about her and i want her to be ok even if i have to go through hell to make that so.
 Sep 2013 Alvira Perdita
brooke
we tirelessly scream
I trusted you at blank
faces, promise we can be
bandages but we'll only
ever be temporary antibiotics.
never promise someone you can
save them because you can't, don't
offer your self as a service to the wounded
because you are wounded too.
(c) Brooke Otto

I promise that at some point I will write happier things.
 Sep 2013 Alvira Perdita
brooke
I used to be fat
and sometimes I
still think I am, but
being called skinny
minnie hurts just as
much as fatso.
(c) Brooke Otto

Even compliments are shrikes.
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