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When I picked up my pen I wanted to write about comets and galaxies and forest fires and whirlwinds I wanted to write about the way my morning coffee resembled your dark brown eyes I wanted to write about the way my mother’s mascara and lipstick smeared on the nights my father promised he would come home but didn’t I wanted to write about the beach; how my thoughts were like the immensity of the ocean and my joy was like the sand how I let it slip right through my hand I wanted to write about the way you were like my cigarettes and wondered why I loved everything that destroyed me I wanted to write about the way the smell of your cologne lingered on my pillow long after you left And how I found someone new but still fell asleep to the thought of you I wanted to write about the numbness; the crippling way I felt nothing and everything at the same time I wanted to write about every thought I’d ever had, To drown my demons in ink And immortalize the act on paper But when I picked up my pen, I had a shaky hand
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Jan 22, 2015
Jan 22, 2015 at 11:06 PM UTC
Shaky Hand
When I picked up my pen I wanted to write about comets and galaxies and forest fires and whirlwinds I wanted to write about the way my morning coffee resembled your dark brown eyes I wanted to write about the way my mother’s mascara and lipstick smeared on the nights my father promised he would come home but didn’t I wanted to write about the beach; how my thoughts were like the immensity of the ocean and my joy was like the sand how I let it slip right through my hand I wanted to write about the way you were like my cigarettes and wondered why I loved everything that destroyed me I wanted to write about the way the smell of your cologne lingered on my pillow long after you left And how I found someone new but still fell asleep to the thought of you I wanted to write about the numbness; the crippling way I felt nothing and everything at the same time I wanted to write about every thought I’d ever had, To drown my demons in ink And immortalize the act on paper But when I picked up my pen, I had a shaky hand
Me not being able to collect my thoughts.
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lioness
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lioness
Jan 22, 2015
Jan 22, 2015 at 11:06 PM UTC
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