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How much liquid must collect in one space before we call it a flood? Cause the current's picking up on me & no one seems to notice Have you ever felt your ribs shifting around inside of you? No pain, just an acute awareness that you are in fact nothing more than a contrivance of instruments working together to exist, To live, To stay That's kinda how it feels when you're trying to catch your breath but the oxygen can't find your lungs... It feels like Knowing Knowing that you are Fragile And there's fear but it's quiet--- muffled like your wheezing When he left that morning I actually felt his absence, In my hands- The emptiness was tangible For the first time- I reached for the back of his shirt and he shook me away before I could pull him into me His cheap detergent left a starchy film on my finger tips And I knew that was the last time Like when the faucet runs cold Before you're finished bathing - You feel ***** all day I felt ***** all day I just want to know Less I don't want to be so Full of all of this He smells like salt water He smells like cherry incense He smells like soft cologne And a lit cigarette He smells like fresh winter air- His skin is warm But his kiss is cold I couldn't Stop The drifting I couldn't Stop The wandering I couldn't Stop The leaving He was never Going to Stay Why am I like this, Still to this day?
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Jul 19, 2016
Jul 19, 2016 at 12:17 PM UTC
February panic that lasts all year long;
How much liquid must collect in one space before we call it a flood? Cause the current's picking up on me & no one seems to notice Have you ever felt your ribs shifting around inside of you? No pain, just an acute awareness that you are in fact nothing more than a contrivance of instruments working together to exist, To live, To stay That's kinda how it feels when you're trying to catch your breath but the oxygen can't find your lungs... It feels like Knowing Knowing that you are Fragile And there's fear but it's quiet--- muffled like your wheezing When he left that morning I actually felt his absence, In my hands- The emptiness was tangible For the first time- I reached for the back of his shirt and he shook me away before I could pull him into me His cheap detergent left a starchy film on my finger tips And I knew that was the last time Like when the faucet runs cold Before you're finished bathing - You feel ***** all day I felt ***** all day I just want to know Less I don't want to be so Full of all of this He smells like salt water He smells like cherry incense He smells like soft cologne And a lit cigarette He smells like fresh winter air- His skin is warm But his kiss is cold I couldn't Stop The drifting I couldn't Stop The wandering I couldn't Stop The leaving He was never Going to Stay Why am I like this, Still to this day?
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25/F/American
Jul 19, 2016
Jul 19, 2016 at 12:17 PM UTC
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