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marina May 2013
i don't need you to hold my hand
anymore to reassure me that you're there,
but sometimes i still get scared, so
i'm begging you tonight--
                                             please
                                                       don't
                                                               *go
because this is the scariest road i've ever had to cross and i don't know what to do when all my friends have to go and i have to stay so please stay with me too.  i don't need you to be here every day like i'd like you to be, but don't tell me it would hurt less to just stop talking now because that's bull and you know it.  
holy crap i'm freaking out.  i'm sorry, i feel like i use hp more as a diary than i should.
marina May 2013
i have run
out of words
to give to
you
.
marina May 2013
maybe, just maybe, somebody
hollowed out the empty spaces in
the trees at crescent park
just as a secret message to me,
to remind me that it's okay
for beautiful things to feel empty.
to **** a mockingbird is boss.  i can't believe it's been two years since i've read it, i really need to pick it up again.
marina May 2013
i have painted universes on the
backs of paper cranes again and
again,
but i am still too scared to
explore them.
i think map-making would be such a lovely job.
today i saw a friend that i haven't seen in almost a year while he was working.  it was the weirdest thing, neither of us knew what to say.  but he smiled at me like we were best friends and that right there was enough.
marina May 2013
saudad (n)-- 1. knowing that
coffee and cigarettes
will never smell
quite as good as they
did on you

2. hearing your name over and
over again, then suddenly,
not at all, because even i am
too scared to whisper it
to the dark

3. watching you fade before
you're even gone; if you ever come
back home, you won't be the man
you were one year ago.
1- my dad, 2- my brother, 3- my friend.
yes, sir, this is personal
marina May 2013
you think nobody's been
listening, but i always
did
marina May 2013
i wonder when ghosts from
our pasts die,
do we feel them go
like we do the
living?
my best friend is adopted.  his blood-related mother just died, he seemed so lost.  he hasn't seen her in years, and she was awful to him, but i can't even imagine
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