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Oct 2013
It was 3 in the morning.
When i turned over i saw that picture of us,
the one of you in that sweater and the tiny chip in your tooth from when you fell up my steps
the one of me in a hoodie not looking in the camera but past it at the ocean beside us.
it filled me to the brim with anger
my veins occupied with that emotion
my eyes and brain and thoughts clouded with red
before i knew what i was doing that picture wasn't there anymore
instead it was face down, the frame shattered across the floor
Bits of glass glittered in the slant of moonlight coming through my window,
the one that allowed me to see the picture in the first place.
It was then i realized that your memory littered every surface of my room
in a fit of rage i ripped the pictures from my wall and tore them into pieces,
in a fit of rage i snapped the mix of my favorite music that you made me when i had a cold last march
in a fit of rage i slammed my hand into the window
because it was the only thing that made me feel something
i wasn't surprised when no one came to check what had happened
in a fit of complete sorrow i sunk to the floor on my back,fist cradled to my chest, and slowly opened my eyes
I began to laugh uncontrollably when i recognized the glow- in- the-dark stars on my ceiling
I really couldn't do anything right.
"You didn't have a childhood if you've never fallen asleep looking at these stars" You exclaimed loudly as you taped the last celestial orb to my ceiling
" I mean honestly you'd think you grew up in a convent of some type where they permitted anything that that didn't pass as some kind of religious nunnery"
But that wasn't the case, in reality it was just that no one cared enough to wonder if i had a childhood they were too busy getting drunk or high.
"Technically," i stated " a nunnery is the building that the Nuns live in. Its basically a synonym to a convent so that sentence wouldn't be correct"
You either didn't hear me or chose to ignore me due to you hating being wrong
"Now whenever you look at the stars, real or not, you will think of me"
You smiled down at me and i could just barely see the chip in your tooth.
Sarah
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