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sometimes my mouth forgets how to form words of honesty i look at the boy and i say i do not need his love and what i mean is the strand of his hair that is perpetually out of place feels as significant as a misplaced set of car keys i think about the boy and say to myself you are okay with being alone i am okay with being alone and what i mean is i would channel all of the breath in my lungs for a moment of being held like i was something meaningful to another person like the warmth of my blood was somehow tangible outside the thin tissues of my own skin sometimes i wonder if my body will go on strike lose form altogether at the lack of contact become ambiguous out of lonely but my lips curve into a smile when i ask how his day was and they forget to reverberate back into place once he loses interest
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May 4, 2018
May 4, 2018 at 11:47 PM UTC
body on strike (pt. I)
sometimes my mouth forgets how to form words of honesty i look at the boy and i say i do not need his love and what i mean is the strand of his hair that is perpetually out of place feels as significant as a misplaced set of car keys i think about the boy and say to myself you are okay with being alone i am okay with being alone and what i mean is i would channel all of the breath in my lungs for a moment of being held like i was something meaningful to another person like the warmth of my blood was somehow tangible outside the thin tissues of my own skin sometimes i wonder if my body will go on strike lose form altogether at the lack of contact become ambiguous out of lonely but my lips curve into a smile when i ask how his day was and they forget to reverberate back into place once he loses interest
hadley-beth
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May 4, 2018
May 4, 2018 at 11:47 PM UTC
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