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Nov 2014
Every day is a different start.
You could have a cup of coffee,
you could stay in bed,
you could dress up,
you could skip school,
but what will you choose?
Because I know having the same routine can get a little boring and you may want to switch it up but please don’t get bored with me.
Don’t leave me.
Not now, not ever.
Not even when the sun explodes and the earth bursts to flames and everything that ever was is gone.
Not even when World War III breaks out in your own home and you swear you can’t take it any longer.
And I promise you, I haven’t lost my way.
Just give me some time to find myself
but don’t forget to open your chest because I think I lost her somewhere between your rib cage and your rotten lungs.
You cough up broken promises like a habitual smoker and I can’t help but wonder what kind of air you're breathing and who in God’s great name did this to you?

I've never had anyone stick by me for longer than the time it took me to learn how to tie my shoes.
I had never loved before you came along mainly because I was never quite sure what love was.
Love is the butterflies I get in my stomach when you say my name.
It’s an unattainable goal that’ll always be just out of your reach but not out of your sight.
It’s an ear-splitting cry for help but the person isn't a victim and they don’t need saving.
To love is so startling it leaves little time for anything else.
But, I didn't just fall in love you know,
I made a parachute jump.
Now, there’s no way to know for sure,
but I’m almost certain it’s real when your heartbeat sounds more like a ticking time bomb.
jaden
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jaden  22/F/Wisconsin
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