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Natalie Pugmire Sep 2019
living is such a painful way to die.
Natalie Pugmire Aug 2019
It wasn’t easy to be happy for myself, either
Natalie Pugmire Jun 2019
I don’t know if I don’t feel like myself today, or I haven’t felt like myself all the other days
Natalie Pugmire Jun 2019
I’ll hold myself up if you can’t
I’ll hold myself close if you won’t
Natalie Pugmire Jun 2019
I find metaphors in silly things.

Like the way you always walk ahead of me when we’re together,

Or how you talk about me with your hands deep in your pockets.

I found a poem in realizing that you’ve never heard my answering machine because I pick up every time you call, yet I could recite yours without thought.

I found a song in the way you washed your hands after holding mine,
And I know it sounds silly to hear a melody in coincidence, but I swear to god I felt myself go down that drain with the soap.

I found a metaphor in the way you left without a reason, I could feel the rest of your life seeping through your shoes as you crossed over the doorway.

I wonder if you’ll ever find them too.
Natalie Pugmire Jun 2019
I break my heart in all the ways you showed me how.
Natalie Pugmire Jun 2019
I feel the emptiness you bring more tangibly than you, and perhaps I was a fool to believe there was a difference
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