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You know that feeling you get when you drive at night, and you just want to feel the car fly, so you push your foot as far as it'll go down on the gas, down to the baseboard, your engine howling like a wolf in the moonlight, yet somehow it doesn't feel fast enough? That's what it feels like getting over you. Getting over you is like sneaking home, trying not to awaken the parents that you left dozing, but every single solitary stair creaks underneath your weight. It is the new routine with the broken ankle; the unanswered correspondance; the sailing ship on the windless ocean; getting over you is the road taken and laden with potholes; the refusal of the snow to melt, my feet slipping out from underneath me on the remaining ice. Getting over you is the flameless fire, the un-Happy New Year, the series of unhappy poems. Getting over you is the bottle of champagne I drank to quench my thirst for you, the texts I sent you and didn't remember, the tears I shed as I begged the universe (and anyone else in ear shot) to explain why it had to turn out this way. You know that feeling where up is down, left is right, inside is flipped outside? You're gone.
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Mar 2, 2015
Mar 2, 2015 at 10:27 PM UTC
Gone
You know that feeling you get when you drive at night, and you just want to feel the car fly, so you push your foot as far as it'll go down on the gas, down to the baseboard, your engine howling like a wolf in the moonlight, yet somehow it doesn't feel fast enough? That's what it feels like getting over you. Getting over you is like sneaking home, trying not to awaken the parents that you left dozing, but every single solitary stair creaks underneath your weight. It is the new routine with the broken ankle; the unanswered correspondance; the sailing ship on the windless ocean; getting over you is the road taken and laden with potholes; the refusal of the snow to melt, my feet slipping out from underneath me on the remaining ice. Getting over you is the flameless fire, the un-Happy New Year, the series of unhappy poems. Getting over you is the bottle of champagne I drank to quench my thirst for you, the texts I sent you and didn't remember, the tears I shed as I begged the universe (and anyone else in ear shot) to explain why it had to turn out this way. You know that feeling where up is down, left is right, inside is flipped outside? You're gone.
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Mar 2, 2015
Mar 2, 2015 at 10:27 PM UTC
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