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marina Jul 2013
i'll be patient for you
if that's what you need

(it's the only way i know
how to tell you
i love you)
"i could wait a thousand hours / stay the same in sun and showers / pick apart a hundred flowers / just to be quiet...with you" -lights
marina Jul 2013
(when i was little i used to
stare at the sun)

(i would outstretch my arms
until i swore i could touch it)

(the one time i got burned,
no one was there to catch me)

(and now)
i refuse to be
icarus.
i don't know if this makes any sense. butyeah- i'm really scared of becoming icarus.
kara made me realize i should probably explain icarus (thank you).  so in short, it's a myth- daedalus and icarus were father and son.  daedalus built his son a pair of wings so that he could escape the labyrinth he had built.  the wings were held together with glue; icarus was told that if he flew too close the sea the feathers would become wet and the wax would harden and he wouldn't be able to move the wings, and if he flew too close to the sun, the wax would melt and the wings would fall apart.  when icarus started to fly away, he became overwhelmed with excitement and in his joy continued to fly higher and higher in an attempt to conquer the skies.
but in the end, his father's warning rang true- the wax melted, the wings fell apart, and because of his inability to keep himself grounded, icarus fell.
marina Jul 2013
i'm scared of falling in                
love again (because i don't                                    
want to be more fragile than)
i already am
"nothing makes me happier and nothing makes me sadder than you"
okay, the history of love by nicole krauss is a beautiful, beautiful book. i just finished it yesterday and i'm seriously considering picking it up again.  
also, hi.  i'm back from camp.  lots of things happened, and i have a lot of emotions.  most of them are good.  read this with or without the parenthesis.  it's all the same.
marina Jun 2013
do you remember when we
were children, and we would spin
in circles for minutes straight
just to make ourselves dizzy?

that's how my head feels when
i see you these days- it's like i can
feel the world rotating under my
feet- every thought, every edge
blurring until they're gone, but
(luckily) this paper is lined thick and
your name alone
is poetry.
i'm sorry it's too early and i can't think enough for words.  i'm leaving in five hours to go volunteer at a camp for a week.  try not to forget i exist~
marina Jun 2013
i.
there are some mornings that i
can't get out of bed.  it's much safer
underneath the covers, and even if my sheets aren't
white like they are supposed to be
they are the only things that still feel clean
because every other inch of my room
still tastes and smells and feels like you.

ii.
it was 12:07 when i saw you again
for the first time in months; you didn't know what to
say, so i said it all for you by saying
nothing; it was just enough for both of us.

iii.
later i told you that we should talk, but
when the time came, i couldn't find my words,
so instead, i just decided to cling to you.  
you thought it was maybe because i was trying to
tell you i missed you, or maybe  i was leading you
on- you were wrong on both accounts.
i was just scared of letting you go because you
make bad decisions when you're alone and i didn't want you
to leave the room feeling cold.

iv.
there are some nights that i
can't get into bed.  when i'm awake at least i can
control the number of times you get into my head;
but sleep scares me now because every time i
close my eyes it's like you're still here and
no matter how hard i pretend that your company is easy
it's always unsettling- the honest truth is that
ever since i let you go, i've watched you become a ghost.
hello, i don't know where this came and i'm scared to read this over because i feel like even though every bit of it is the honest truth these words seem like a stranger's.
marina Jun 2013
.
truth:
you didn't need me
like i wanted
you
(to)
marina Jun 2013
honesty is just a desperate attempt
for closure used when
there's no more time to fake our way
around the truth
i wish i could write something that took longer than fifteen seconds to read.
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