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Claire Elizabeth Sep 2015
You told me you weren't ready for a relationship
I sighed and smiled
Said it was "okay, you're fine, darling."
I heard you laugh lightly, mutter something about being hurt
Expanse of silence followed by a few more sighs
A handful of whispers
A gathering of exhales
And then we moved on in conversation
You talked about drumming
And I laughed
Stared at the ceiling and thought about you
Missed you
Even though you were technically a phone line away from me
I remember speaking
But I don't remember what I said
Maybe I said you were a boy I could love
Claire Elizabeth Sep 2015
The stars fall from the sky and up comes the sun, full, bright, so present
Birds echo calls that have been repeated for so many years, it's almost cliche
And the world is still sleeping
And I am still awake...

White men are shutting down the movements that create free country, free people
And boys aren't learning to not ****, they are learning that women tailor to them
Politicians banter about birth control and women's issues they can't understand
And I am still awake...

You are falling asleep, words stuck on the precipice of your bottom lip, hanging
And the moon is rising so high in the sky it could burst through our universe
The sun is skating down the curve of our atmosphere, sliding, slipping
*And I am still awake...
Claire Elizabeth Aug 2015
sweaty palms and white faces
freshman freshmeat
the urge to learn long gone
the will to gain anything besides some anxiety issues
long gone

high school students are crazier than phsyciatric patients in the 1950's
did you know that?
senioritis sets in prematurely
and by 12th grade, it kills

am i ready for real life?
probably not
being a final year student doesn't make me any more prepared
except
i'm learning how to manage my stress levels
by binge eating and crying every night

so yeah
you could say i'm ready to go back school
tomorrow is the first day of school here. being a senior hasn't changed my view on school. i still dread it and i still don't want to go back, someone skip me forward at least 8 years. so then i'll have a solid job and maybe a husband.
Claire Elizabeth Aug 2015
Somehow I thought I could be six feet underground and still love you to death

*But I've figured out that once you're buried that deep, you can't dig yourself out.
It's been over and sometimes the thought still crosses my mind.
Claire Elizabeth Aug 2015
I didn't know sadness was such a tangible thing
an item you can reach out and touch and grab and pull out of the sky
a blanket that has a smattering of lonliness sewn into the seams
heavy and woolen
i haven't cried in months
but here i am wishing that i could burn away the lingering thoughts on my tongue
and wishing i could down at least a bottle of something strong enough to ruin my image of you
and all that's singed into my broken brain is a half smile
a gentle hand and a soft grasp

why can't you be frowning in my head?
why do i only remember that second kiss we had in the dark room
you fingers running up my back you breath heavy with the prospect of love
why do i only remember when we first met and you played the piano
and impressed me because i'd never met a boy who could play like you
because emotion had never been put so well into the plastic keys of a piano

why do i only remember sticking my cold feet under your legs
on the frigid night in Colorado
everybody huddled under a blanket, you and i facing each other
the stars above us falling on our heads and whispering tragedy
whispering love

and why
for god's sake
do i remember you sitting quietly in your car
not turning the music on
listening to rain fall like small shards of glass
small shards of patient waiting
gripping the steering wheel then putting those delicate hands in your lap
not knowing where to keep the anxiety trapped between them
why do i remember you turning your face away and telling me goodbye
why do i still think i heard you say you'd still love me even after all this time?

why can't i just remember when you told me we could never be more than friends,
and leave it at that?
Claire Elizabeth Aug 2015
There's a lonliness starting to settle in my bones
And it can't possibly be from you
no
yet as i'm writing and praying to god to give me something to forget
you still cross my vision
an imprint against my eyelids
a flickering of candlelight perhaps
a twitching of muscle, of sinew
a small heartbeat

we used to know each other
and now i can't tell if you've become a greater man than you used to be
or a smaller boy
Claire Elizabeth Aug 2015
A whisper of tinted
Love
Rose coloured glasses perched precariously on the bridge of a hooked
Love
Sliding lower
Pushed back up with a drug ridden shaking finger
Who knew how fragile a balanced ecosystem could be?
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