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Aug 2013 · 636
life
Baile Aug 2013
you dress up
and wear make up
for the boy who doesn't care
and you act nice
for your friend
that left you for a dare
you're left with depression
that you can't
even bare and all you
can think is
"this isn't fair"
and you go home
excited to take
your last breath of air
you were gone
and at the funeral
as you expected
nobody was there
Aug 2013 · 360
the beginning
Baile Aug 2013
I didn't want
to start talking
to you, I thought
you were cute
but I had no
interest in you.
but now,
here I am,
fascinated in
every move
you make.
Aug 2013 · 602
what matters
Baile Aug 2013
that night
where it was constant talking
on the phone
we talked about everything
from things we loved about each other
to things about nature
to cars
and about our future
like we had a clue
but its really not about
what we talked about
its about how we talked
with the sexiest sleepy voice
the world has ever heard
the fact that
you wanted to hear my voice
from midnight to six in the morning
and knowing you'd see me tomorrow anyway
the fact that you couldn't wait
those twelve hours
to see me in the morning
the fact that
texting wasn't enough
thats what mattered
to me at least
Aug 2013 · 495
because they didnt know
Baile Aug 2013
when she was in kindergarten
she drew a picture
a picture of a flower
and gave it to her teacher
she gave her an A
and hung it on the wall
that was the day
daddy was found in the bathroom
with an empty pill bottle in his hand
she was the one that found him
no one would tell her why
or how
because they didn't know
but now she understands
in third grade
she drew another picture
it was a picture of a tree
and a bird flying by
she gave it to mommy
and she hung it on the fridge
that was the day
charlotte ran away
no one would tell her why
or how
because they didn't know
but now she understands
in middle school
she drew a 3rd picture
it was covered by a sleeve
and no one hung it on a wall
because she didn't show anyone
that was the day
zachary stopped loving her
no one told her why
or how
because no one knew
but now she understands
and in high school
she drew a picture
of a broken heart
and a hand waving goodbye
but that wasn't all
she left a sculpture too
of herself
in the bathroom
same position as daddy
no one knew why
or how
but i understand
because maybe
i was her

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