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LittleFreeBird Jan 2015
And yet his eyes are a certain shade of dreaming.
LittleFreeBird Dec 2014
Maybe you don't understand
The appreciation I have for drowning
But I really like the  way
The water loves my lungs
LittleFreeBird Dec 2014
some days they are sad. sad about the weather, sad about the thing that happened last night, sad about losing their favorite book, sad about their coffee being cold, sad about the fact that they can't find matching socks. lots of things make them sad, lots of nothings make them sad too. you see, when you have a predisposition for being sad, every little thing counts.  so when you ask her why she is sad and she cannot answer, do not press further. do not go looking for a reason that just isn't there. when you ask what you can do and she says nothing, do not be hurt. do not feel useless. when she wakes in the middle of the night and she is silent, but you can feel the bed shaking as she cries, do not assume you know what she is feeling. you don't. hold her if she wants it, don't touch her if she doesn't. if you ask her if she wants you to stay and she says yes, do. but if she tells you to walk away, do not listen. stay with her, because if you don't, she might not be there in the morning .
LittleFreeBird Dec 2014
And I wonder
If I will ever stop bleeding
Or if maybe
That's what I was born to do
LittleFreeBird Dec 2014
They tell me I'm crazy but I think that's a bit of an overstatment I mean it's not my fault there isn't enough air in this room to breathe.
LittleFreeBird Dec 2014
Mud beneath our feet
Stars above our head
Wearing nothing but rain slicked skin
And frosted breath
You
Cannot keep your hands off me
I
Cannot take my eyes off you
We
Are two planets
In rotation
And neither of us
Can defy gravity
LittleFreeBird Dec 2014
I remember just how you tasted; like morphine and regret.
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