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 Oct 2013 Sayer
marina
you once told me that you had always
wanted to climb the water tower
at crescent lake park

so why don't you
i asked, and you shook your head

it's just a stupid dream

(but i didn't see anything wrong with
wanting to feel
above the rest of the world)
people are silly sometimes
 Oct 2013 Sayer
marina
when i asked you why you hate
thursdays, your hands twitched,
and all i wanted
was to hold them close
all i wanted was for you to feel less scared for tomorrow.
 Sep 2013 Sayer
marina
(i picked up
all your old habits,
and i'm not
letting them
go)
(you were always stubborn too)
 Sep 2013 Sayer
marina
i won
 Sep 2013 Sayer
marina
i wish you would try just one last
time to reach out, so that i could be
the one to walk away

(i'm so ******* proud of myself
for not loving you anymore)
and i don't even feel bad
 Aug 2013 Sayer
marina
puppet shows
 Aug 2013 Sayer
marina
these days, i like to pretend
my hands don't shake and
my lungs don't collapse
when i hear your name
[but you've been tugging at me
with puppet strings
and i don't know if
i can breathe
because you
let me or if i am
finally
free]
 Aug 2013 Sayer
marina
i thought your memory would
weigh me down, but it turned out to be
an anchor; i've never felt more
close to you than i do now
(and with this weight i'm clinging to
it's like you never left)
i was cleaning out drawers and i found my dad's favourite wristwatch.
i miss him.
 Aug 2013 Sayer
marina
i've become the person i wanted to be
two years ago, but i've forgotten
why i wanted to be this way in the first place

(it's time to reconstruct myself again)
i'm so tired of hating myself.  i feel sick.  i want to go to sleep and not wake up.  
i hope tomorrow is better.
 Aug 2013 Sayer
marina
truth or dare
 Aug 2013 Sayer
marina
the most honest i've ever been was with the boy
who lied to everybody else but me; i told him that
i didn't know why i trusted him but i didn't mind if he
never wanted to let go of my hand, that as long as he held on
i'd keep on talking, that all i wanted to be was an
astronaut so i could write first hand-accounts
of the stars, that i imagined creating a new name for myself
every time i woke up so that i wouldn't have to live with my
past, that i didn't know the difference between love and
fear or if there was even a difference at all

in return, he told me a truth that only he believed in
(you're perfect, i swear it)

from then on, i choked on every truth i tried to say, so i ran away
and that night i whispered to the dark over and over again
to convince myself i'd be ready the next time somebody dared me to say it
(i'mscared, i'mscared, i'mscared, i'msorry, iloveyou, i'mscared)
ehh.  i don't know how to make this sound right.
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