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What if removing unwanted feelings was as easy as coughing up the mucus stuck in the back of my throat? I close my eyes, breathe in, and cough as your germs travel through the air away from me. I don’t want to think about your pristine perfection anymore. The thoughts in my mind clog my brain and blind my eyes. I don’t want to love you but you are simply stuck and not simply removable. Like glitter glue on pink construction paper. I try to pick the hardened glue hugging the paper but the sparkles seem to stain. You shine and I wish upon the star that you were dull. I wish I could stick a little blue sticker on your forehead and write fifty cents. I wish it was that easy. Like a house opens its mouth to throw-up the unwanted knick-knacks on the driveway. Maybe some little old lady could walk by, hand me two quarters, and take you far away so I would never see you again. I want it to be easy. Just one cough, some dried glitter glue, and a garage sale later. Then maybe these feelings would be gone.
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Dec 18, 2012
Dec 18, 2012 at 2:02 PM UTC
Simply Stuck
What if removing unwanted feelings was as easy as coughing up the mucus stuck in the back of my throat? I close my eyes, breathe in, and cough as your germs travel through the air away from me. I don’t want to think about your pristine perfection anymore. The thoughts in my mind clog my brain and blind my eyes. I don’t want to love you but you are simply stuck and not simply removable. Like glitter glue on pink construction paper. I try to pick the hardened glue hugging the paper but the sparkles seem to stain. You shine and I wish upon the star that you were dull. I wish I could stick a little blue sticker on your forehead and write fifty cents. I wish it was that easy. Like a house opens its mouth to throw-up the unwanted knick-knacks on the driveway. Maybe some little old lady could walk by, hand me two quarters, and take you far away so I would never see you again. I want it to be easy. Just one cough, some dried glitter glue, and a garage sale later. Then maybe these feelings would be gone.
lindsey-cira
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Dec 18, 2012
Dec 18, 2012 at 2:02 PM UTC
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