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if you need me, i'll be over here

by khanslik

We were laying down our lives from the beginning, but we didn't know how cold the nights could be or how heavy our feet would sound on wooden floors, we didn't know we were built for more than coughing up new ways to pass time, no we were only practicing for this, we were only fighting for our lives, we were only cutting out new patterns & fitting ourselves with our wrung-out hopes & dreams, but those fell limp & we didn't realize there was anything else I didn't realize these shards in my lungs were leftover from the first time learning how to crash & burn, the fall left bruises printed up and down my arms, under my ribs, but I thought that was a good thing, I thought we're supposed to fight for what we love we're supposed to feel the pain but, we are only a billion lonely strangers laying down our lives here, I'm hoping you'll pick mine up before it gets trampled on again although we really do make the finest doormats for feet heavier than ours, maybe we will remain in the dust & the sand until we are buried, or our throats are filled so that we can't ask whose deadweight we carry today; so come lie to me, tell me that this all goes away I'm tired of playing in the shade by myself, I need fresher dreams bigger things than childhood fantasies they tell me I am only make believe I am only a lonely star, I am only pretending they don't see the corners I cut or the nightmares I chase, the graves I dig just to survive, just to bury the rot of older skins I shed on the daily, we don't like the way the gas in the atmosphere hides the stars so we seek open spaces & we lay our hearts in felt-lined boxes thinking they'll be safer there than in our chests, because our chests might be caving in tomorrow compressed under the weight of passerby, if you need me I'll be here (we didn't know how cold the nights could be) I'll be laying down my life over here.
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Written by
khanslik
24 / F / Ohio
Published
Jun 24, 2018
Time
3m
Tags
#here#life#loss#heart#stars#existence#bruises#lungs#love#weight
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