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Megan Grace Nov 2013
I was
a                                                            ­        
t                                                       ­ 
t                                         en
racted to your brok
wings.
I still am.
Megan Grace Nov 2013
I am
d
ru
nk
and I think I
could start
a fire with
the way you
have forced
me to feel
about you.
I just want
to hurt you is
that normal,
to love someone
so much you
start to hate
them? Please
come back.
I found this in my drafts from last night.
Megan Grace Nov 2013
And
just

the whole time you
were talking I was
watching your hands
and thinking about
how I'm going to
miss the way your
fingers drum on
your knees and
always make their
way over to me and
start a beat on every
surface of my skin.

I can't do this.
Megan Grace Nov 2013
This is
not the
first life
I have
loved
you in,
nor is
it the
last.
Megan Grace Nov 2013
But we are
simply
not made
to only see
each other
when we
wake every
morning.
I've lost
you.
I've been scared to write this.
Megan Grace Nov 2013
I have become
a secondary
whisper at the back
of your
mind. You,
however, I've been
unable to peel from
my frontal lobe since
some time at the end
of June.
Megan Grace Nov 2013
If "settle" wasn't a bad
word I would tell you
all the time that it's what
I want to do with you.
Because your voice is the
only one I want to hear
humming in the kitchen
when the sun is barely
awake. You are the last
person whose quirks I
want to learn, whose
mouth I want to memorize
the taste of, whose body
I want to call my own.
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