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peurdelavie Apr 2014
your eyes remind me
of thunderstorms
echoing a harsh lullaby
of overpowering thunder
against a hushed drizzle
so **** the world, baby
i could get lost in them
forget what my mother told me
about gumboots and umbrellas
we were never the kind
to stay dry anyway
this just ended up being one big ramble. my apologies.
  Apr 2014 peurdelavie
circus clown
how many bus tickets can you
cram  into  the  space  left  behind
where  your  hands  used  to
fall   around   my   waist?
how   many   pens   &
pencils    can     i     fit
in  my  bag  until  i  realize
these  words  aren't  getting  me
a      n      y     w     h     e     r     e     ?
"i miss you" is my thesis statement.
  Apr 2014 peurdelavie
Megan Grace
i
a  m
positive
that   you
are  made  of
s  t   a  r   d  u  s  t
and  water  balloons,
oil  pastels  and  the
collecti­on          of
settled     sugar
at             the
b o t  t o m
of      my
c u p s
o     f
t e a
peurdelavie Apr 2014
11w
maybe my biggest mistake
was never learning how
to regret you
peurdelavie Apr 2014
every inch of my skin
reminds me of the way
it started with our knees
pressed together, softly
while your impatience grew
and ended with you, fine
and me, wondering why
i can still feel your fingertips
tracing patterns on my back
and still smelling you
on this **** ******* jumper
i don't regret you
peurdelavie Apr 2014
and isn't it funny how
i spent each second of last night
listening to that **** clock tick
from 3am til 7
but the second i was in your arms
sleeping was almost as easy
as breathing
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