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I'm glad she's gone
and out of my life
but I don't regret what happened.
I wouldn't trade it for anything.
I thought having a cigarette break
would allow my heartbeat to return
to a standard clip
so I stepped outside
and had one or five smokes.

The winter night was
crisp and it was cold
and the air I returned to it
was polluted and poisonous.

Noticing a star in the sky
I decided to follow it
and it took me to Greenland
and there I met
a beautiful little boy
who told me it was time for him to go home.

He invited me into his home.
standing on the doorstep like a
succubus, his mother greeted
me with sanguine lips
and rosy cheeks.

After dinner
they told me it was time for me to go home
and so I followed the first star that caught my eye
and it brought to the place where we
fell out of love
and there on the ground
I found a circle of wine bottles
that sparkled, containing their dry fluid
they beckoned me to sip
and harshly I did.

The trees barked
and the bark whispered
and the willows
never wanted to be alone again
and so I drank and I drank and I drank
until my body was full
of heat.

I followed the smallest star I could see
and it brought me to your back porch.
Covered in snow and *****
from the winter clouds
I stood, not ready to knock
but more than ready to see you.

I sent out an invitation to you,
via the wind
and you answered with a demonic growl telling
that all is well and I should not be treading here.

Softly
and solemnly I returned inside
to the place I was before,
smelling of cigarettes and apathy.
Distraught,
she asked me where I had been and I told her
I saw an old acquaintance outside
and just needed to recollect.
What a beautiful place
the thought of your face
allows me to roam.
As the windows fog
and the wipers wipe
I can't tell what is driving me away from this town.
The car I am in or the empathy you give me.
I write about it a lot,
but the truth is
love is fleeting.

Like a bird
that lands on a lamppost
it will remain for only a moment.
Before departing;
spreading it's wings
and flying to a new heart.
I remember
the way the stars shined
and I remember
the way your eyes twinkled,
but I cannot remember
the way our love felt
and oh God,
how I hate myself for
letting something so beautiful slip
through my fingers.
Stop killing time
and it will stop killing you.
 Nov 2013 Violet Hooper
marina
please don't leave me.

i thought this would be
easier, knowing months ahead,
but i'm scared that
b e i n g  a l o n e
will sound even quieter
than it used to
before i knew (and loved) you.
i still have seven months with him, which sounds like a long time, but years pass by so quickly now and i have never felt more happy and not alone than when i am with him.
 Nov 2013 Violet Hooper
hkr
i just want the road to feel real again
i want to feel the cold of the snow and weep
i want to sob, hard
and reattach.
depersonalization *****.
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