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arubybluebird Dec 2015
We are in the front seats of your mustard yellow Subaru. This used to be your father's car when he was a college student in the 70's. It's strange how timing, location, and decisions changes everything. If your mother would have never left Savannah for Berkeley, or if your father would have left Berkeley for Kansas State, it would still be 11:45 on a Friday night but we would not be here. But here we are, in the Starbucks parking lot, my head leaning on your shoulder, your hand resting on my knee. "I'm glad I didn't die before I met you," I whisper. "I could go anywhere with you and I'd probably be happy," you respond as First Day of My Life fades into the background, luring our eyes to close. Sitting in these front seats, in the future looking back, I know that this is where I belong, they belonged, you belong, we belong.
arubybluebird Nov 2015
I'm not sure what's worse
Getting your heart broken
Or waiting around for a love that will never come
arubybluebird Nov 2015
It is 53 degrees tonight
And my skin is unusually soft, softer than it's ever been
Perhaps it is my body
Trying to convince you to stay
arubybluebird Aug 2015
I'll do anything for you.

I'll learn to play the cello for you
Move out to the city for you
I'll be there for you, more than I can, every time, always

When the movie is over
And we're the last two sitting in the center of reclining seats
I will hold your hand and keep my body still while you sink into
Your pondering mind of a thousand feelings

I'll drink slurpees with you in the winter
And drive for hours without reason
Without having to ask me to, I will

I'll be less shy
And get along with your friends
Take you out to dance
And be the first to text

Anything you want
Anything you need
I'll do anything

All of me
My bits and scrap, entirely
Are yours to keep
But I will not say I love you
arubybluebird Aug 2015
Listening to Arcade Fire’s Milk and Honey, I am slowly drowning in a sea of memories and melancholic images of things I’ve always wanted but will probably never have. My body soaked in bubbling foam, lying on the border of wet and dry sand, softly being kissed by a morning suns warmth after having been brought back to shore by the same waves that dragged me out
arubybluebird Aug 2015
Sometimes at night I picture you holding me
And I can almost feel it
And it makes me sort of sad
arubybluebird Jul 2015
I like things that make me sad
I don't think I'll ever not be late
I'm trying to figure out a way to think outside of myself
I'm so limited within this unconditional heart
I'm trying to figure out a way to think inside of you
Lift my body from your bed, and leave my soul tucked in to rest
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