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I fall in love with bits of people, rarely a whole person. Like crooked smiles on subway stations or untied shoelaces or favorite books or eyes that look like blinking galaxies-- I see the puzzle laid at my feet, your collarbones, your self-hatred, your bitten down fingernails, your detachment, the wars of your mind, the curve of your spine, the way you scrawl your name with indifference-- All these broken fragments that shatter and surround me like the wine glass I dropped, Shards of glass, your eyes reflect me the deep blood red wine Drops like crystalline desire-- I might romanticize your flaws and I might make walls of disillusionment, but I swear I'll love you like you're whole.
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Jan 11, 2015
Jan 11, 2015 at 1:20 PM UTC
it doesn't matter if you love me back
I fall in love with bits of people, rarely a whole person. Like crooked smiles on subway stations or untied shoelaces or favorite books or eyes that look like blinking galaxies-- I see the puzzle laid at my feet, your collarbones, your self-hatred, your bitten down fingernails, your detachment, the wars of your mind, the curve of your spine, the way you scrawl your name with indifference-- All these broken fragments that shatter and surround me like the wine glass I dropped, Shards of glass, your eyes reflect me the deep blood red wine Drops like crystalline desire-- I might romanticize your flaws and I might make walls of disillusionment, but I swear I'll love you like you're whole.
darling-iridescence
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Jan 11, 2015
Jan 11, 2015 at 1:20 PM UTC
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