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There was a prickling in my fingers A telltale sign of tears in my eyes My hands fell limp to my side after you brushed them away Because "just friends" means you can't hold hands And that's what I said I wanted right? To keep things simple and straightforward But the hollowness in my fingers That craved to touch you and hold you and love you Persisted So we sat beside each other The smoke you breathed filling my lungs with each inhale Each exhale exuding the loneliness building up inside my bones The brilliant sky dimmed from crimson to charcoal grey And I started to think I was better off alone until the thought of being alone shattered my heart But I wasn't the only one with glass in their chest I wasn't the only one who wanted to be touched and cherished and loved You wanted me to piece the shards together again You reached for my hand in the dark And told me to pretend the "I love yous" were real for the night I did And I knew then it'd ruin me And I was okay with that Just so long as I could have that moment of love I could live with cutting my fingers on the splinters of your heart
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Oct 22, 2015
Oct 22, 2015 at 1:57 PM UTC
Just Friends
There was a prickling in my fingers A telltale sign of tears in my eyes My hands fell limp to my side after you brushed them away Because "just friends" means you can't hold hands And that's what I said I wanted right? To keep things simple and straightforward But the hollowness in my fingers That craved to touch you and hold you and love you Persisted So we sat beside each other The smoke you breathed filling my lungs with each inhale Each exhale exuding the loneliness building up inside my bones The brilliant sky dimmed from crimson to charcoal grey And I started to think I was better off alone until the thought of being alone shattered my heart But I wasn't the only one with glass in their chest I wasn't the only one who wanted to be touched and cherished and loved You wanted me to piece the shards together again You reached for my hand in the dark And told me to pretend the "I love yous" were real for the night I did And I knew then it'd ruin me And I was okay with that Just so long as I could have that moment of love I could live with cutting my fingers on the splinters of your heart
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katherene-noe
Oct 22, 2015
Oct 22, 2015 at 1:57 PM UTC
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