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Oct 2018
Thought of the day 1
I know so much about you now. I know the wrinkles beneath your eyes when you smile
I know the flash of red between my fingers from your strands
I know how to hold your hand
I know the smell of your cologne, the smell of your room that I am familiar with
I know the place you live
I know the sound on the guitar you make and all the songs you played
I know your favorite movies and how you tried to watch the shining with me but I had to turn it off because I was high as **** and it scared me
I know you love garlic bread more than life itself
I know how pale blue eyes makes your heart hurt but just like Lou Reed says you were my mountain top, I thought of you as my peak
I know the sound of your voice when you speak
The clothes you wear, the denim jacket that wrapped me from the cold air
I know sonic youth is one of your favorite bands but you love Metallica the most
Saturday mornings, you and me drinking coffee and eating toast
I know the color grey for your bedding
Twisted duvet, my glasses fixed while you were reading
Veggie burgers inside bread sandwiches with ketchup watching Brooklyn 99
I just remember thinking how happy you made me every time
It wasn’t the nights out, the drinking or the smoking
It was being with you and how I felt like myself in your presence
I know every single fact from your childhood because I listened when every word came from your mouth
If I close my eyes I see you now
My favorite handsome bean, my favorite person to lean
myself into and hold him inside my arms
I know so much about you... but now.. what am I to do with what I know?
Because you don’t want me now
Instead, you want me as a friend but I don’t think I have the strength
It’s not how long you’ve known someone, it’s the impact they have
You made an impression that’s hard to get rid of
What am I to do with all I know about you now? It’s all useless facts
Just as I am useless to you, fading away into the mist leaving your mind but your smile has imprinted on me
This is it, the letter I wrote can go in the bin, the photos of us can be shredded and torn, the t-shirt I gave you tossed away, my number can be deleted and all the messages erased
I’m disposable now, your tomorrow has nothing to do with me
Linger on pale blue eyes
May they forever haunt my darkest mind, torturing me knowing
I couldn’t make you feel the same, even if I tried
Hannah Clare Vann
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Hannah Clare Vann  24/F/Cardiff
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