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i. the curly, green-haired leo with the cry-baby tattoo on her left calf; fish net stockings and loud guitar playing and menthol cigarettes. driving through the park at 9 pm, ***** shots, the white house with the a-frame roof, hugs that made your heart feel as warm as she did crying as i left my room again to be intertwined with a girl who did not love me, but i wanted to; months pass, lonely car rides with one-sided conversations and seven years gone, quiet disconnection that made you feel as cold as i did ii. brown eyes, brown skin, round glasses and chicago streetlights. holding each other close on the subway lakehouse parties in the beginning of spring and pisces season and tarot readings and soft kisses on the train. holding hands at the aquarium, sweet poetry and calm and a sense of oneness that made you feel important hurt for the third time a panic, a loss i held their heart in my hands and let it fall harsh unimportant i still carry the guilt on my fingertips iii. short hair. freckled cheeks, i fell in love with the way the skin crinkled around her eyes when she smiled. an apartment, a home built around our lips touching wrapped in blankets on the couch, dense smoke and her hand on my leg while she drove. chinese food and waking up against her chest and laughing so hard my ribs hurt crashing. her anger withering away my heartstrings; pain and crying alone in the bathtub moving away drunk tears on the interstate punching my thighs in place of the way her words made me hurt
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Feb 6, 2018
Feb 6, 2018 at 11:27 AM UTC
people i lost last year (and how i lost them)
i. the curly, green-haired leo with the cry-baby tattoo on her left calf; fish net stockings and loud guitar playing and menthol cigarettes. driving through the park at 9 pm, ***** shots, the white house with the a-frame roof, hugs that made your heart feel as warm as she did crying as i left my room again to be intertwined with a girl who did not love me, but i wanted to; months pass, lonely car rides with one-sided conversations and seven years gone, quiet disconnection that made you feel as cold as i did ii. brown eyes, brown skin, round glasses and chicago streetlights. holding each other close on the subway lakehouse parties in the beginning of spring and pisces season and tarot readings and soft kisses on the train. holding hands at the aquarium, sweet poetry and calm and a sense of oneness that made you feel important hurt for the third time a panic, a loss i held their heart in my hands and let it fall harsh unimportant i still carry the guilt on my fingertips iii. short hair. freckled cheeks, i fell in love with the way the skin crinkled around her eyes when she smiled. an apartment, a home built around our lips touching wrapped in blankets on the couch, dense smoke and her hand on my leg while she drove. chinese food and waking up against her chest and laughing so hard my ribs hurt crashing. her anger withering away my heartstrings; pain and crying alone in the bathtub moving away drunk tears on the interstate punching my thighs in place of the way her words made me hurt
feeling extra lonely these days. they come and go.
haaleybee
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24/F/indiana
Feb 6, 2018
Feb 6, 2018 at 11:27 AM UTC
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