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 Jun 2013 Capefiction
brooke
It's okay if
no one reaches
for me.
(c) Brooke Otto
 Jun 2013 Capefiction
brooke
Glow.
 Jun 2013 Capefiction
brooke
once in colorado
the stars looked
like cracked glass
and I still want to
share that with
someone.
(c) Brooke Otto
 Jun 2013 Capefiction
brooke
I dug too deep into that
wound and now I don't
know where I stand with
you, but I put myself here
so I can't complain anymore.
(c) Brooke Otto
 Jun 2013 Capefiction
brooke
He says
you have a pretty
voice and I find my-
self singing just to
see if I actually do.
(c) Brooke Otto
I fell in love with a boy at a coffee shop
who always ordered vanilla chai.
I knew it was love because I could
never get up the courage to speak to him.

I fell in love with a bony fingered,
anorexic boy in my math class.
I think it was the way he did the problems in his head,
so he could use the paper for listing
everything he wanted to eat that day, but wouldn’t.

I fell in love with a girl who had dreadlocks
and burn marks on her neck.
I always fantasized about touching them,
asking if they still warmed up her skin.

I fell in love with the older man at the tutoring center.
I failed Spanish so that I could spend the next semester
eye ******* him from across the study table.
I've always had a thing for married men.

I fell in love with girl who pushed up her
*****, and pouted for football players.
It may have been unrequited,
but at least I didn’t catch anything.

I fell in love with the person
who left death threats in my locker.
I’d never known someone who felt
the same way about me as I did.
i don’t always like
contentment and simplicity

because i love waking up smiling
and falling asleep smiling
and the feeling of my heart racing
from the onset of a new adventure

and loss and pain
can be just as exhilarating
because while it hurts,
there’s still an opened door
somewhere
that promises hope
of a better future

so when i’m not immersed
in a beginning or an ending
and i’m stuck in the middle
of monotonous emptiness,
i am at risk of throwing myself
into avoidable heartbreak

just to feel something,
anything at all
i want to be noticed
by a stranger with tender eyes

i want to be seen, biting my lip
or pushing my glasses
up the bridge of my nose

i want to be thought of days later
wondered about who i am
and what i hold dear

i want to be noticed
as much as i notice

because i see them
and they see me

to them,
i am just another face
but to me,
they are a mysterious masterpiece
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