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 Mar 2015 Megan Grace
brooke
A.
 Mar 2015 Megan Grace
brooke
A.
can i  l i n g e r
in your heart a
little while?
i wanted to say more, but i don't think there's anything else to say.

(c) Brooke Otto 2015
i've been feeling, lately,
like i can't write because the
weight of your goodbye
has fogged up my head
far worse than it was
when i used to lay in my
old driveway and imagine
the weight of your truck
against my chest.
typed out easily with a
smiley face at the end of it
just to tell me that your
departure from me does not
weigh heavy on your heart.
you didn't mean it that way.

the thing is, i wrote about you
day and night the last time
you clouded up my mind
but i still choked on the air
you always made so heavy
around me the next time we
spoke, so maybe this won't
do my any good.
i try to act like it doesn't hurt anymore but it does.
i think you really cared.
who is it that speaks to you when no one is around
when nothing in the world could ever satisfy a sound
it could be that a single word has lived inside of you
and hid itself from everything, protecting what is true  
we pull ourselves together by ignoring who we are
and look at all the faces we have worn to get this far
but don't you know what happens when you see yourself again
your character remembers who you are when you pretend
it may have taken longer for your senses to respond
than you could e'rve imagined it, the thought of holding on
the only things that matter now be clarity and time
you're given just enough of both to put away your pride
love
 Mar 2015 Megan Grace
hkr
so i will collect ladders until
i can reach
and rearrange them
if only for your ghost.
 Mar 2015 Megan Grace
hkr
those days, i would've followed you off a cliff
these days, i'd call 911 --
because i know, now,
that love isn't wanting someone
so much that you'd die for them
but wanting what's best for them
and knowing
that isn't always you.
 Mar 2015 Megan Grace
Marie-Niege
My hands are as calm as my clam chest,
my throat, as shrill as metallic nails.
I am as hard as cotton candy, I beg him.
As if getting to know me better
would help him fall, I let
his words soak through me
as his doe eyes sponge through me.
I am not made of Jolly Ranchers.
I am made of the air that fluffs pink cottons.
I am not ready to count on his daisy dimples,
I was not made to.
I am ready to fall through him.
 Mar 2015 Megan Grace
brooke
bud.
 Mar 2015 Megan Grace
brooke
and
as
god
is
my
witness.
small bud. very small bud.

(c) Brooke Otto 2015
 Mar 2015 Megan Grace
hkr
reflect me
 Mar 2015 Megan Grace
hkr
i can only love in hindsight
myself,
my body,
the boys who get the two confused.
where is my head amid all of this dirt
and why do I comprehend what it is worth
put me beside any matter or thought
And I will be able to learn how it's taught
Not that my knowledge goes deeper than yours
Only it differs the way it matures
I am your sister but I am not here
to make what your brethren believe disappear
constantly fighting the what and the why
I will not settle for rivers run dry
we are eternal and lest you forget
People are able to choose to regress
There is a beauty to all that we see
Broken and stripped down to what we perceive
Capable beings, we live yet we dare
to make those around us contrast and compare
But what if we juxtaposed only ourselves
Examined our hearts by the blood in our cells
I think we'd discover much more than a soul
a vision confirming we're not in control
what do you see when you look at the world?
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