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I think I have successfully found a way to avoid it all Slamming my fist into the dashboard The plastic cracks under my knuckles I see your white lighter that fell Years ago rolling out from under the passenger’s seat initials scratched in sharpie I said when the tan line on my ring finger disappeared I’d be over that stage of us So I kept wearing rings on that finger I see it in his eyes The same loss that I felt Creeping through me As I claw for the delicate throws of normality Fantasizing escaping I wanted to break even To orchestrate the great Explain to the world That I can hold fast That I can find a sense of sanity that would last All the while, tying myself to the train tracks I used to have this grip I held it so tightly promising myself that this mania of prep meals and daily runs would sooth me I said that the schedule is what will keep me off the edge of the bridge but it slipped under my head like a knife followed me to bed nightly singing the same trope of dependency how they led me I drank them in like their skin was wine, I sipped heavy gulps and called them mine leading down the same path of sitting in the passengers seat of the car, parked outside of our house holding onto an old lovers lighter
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Aug 5, 2017
Aug 5, 2017 at 1:43 PM UTC
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I think I have successfully found a way to avoid it all Slamming my fist into the dashboard The plastic cracks under my knuckles I see your white lighter that fell Years ago rolling out from under the passenger’s seat initials scratched in sharpie I said when the tan line on my ring finger disappeared I’d be over that stage of us So I kept wearing rings on that finger I see it in his eyes The same loss that I felt Creeping through me As I claw for the delicate throws of normality Fantasizing escaping I wanted to break even To orchestrate the great Explain to the world That I can hold fast That I can find a sense of sanity that would last All the while, tying myself to the train tracks I used to have this grip I held it so tightly promising myself that this mania of prep meals and daily runs would sooth me I said that the schedule is what will keep me off the edge of the bridge but it slipped under my head like a knife followed me to bed nightly singing the same trope of dependency how they led me I drank them in like their skin was wine, I sipped heavy gulps and called them mine leading down the same path of sitting in the passengers seat of the car, parked outside of our house holding onto an old lovers lighter
#grief#love#loss#lighter#dependency
JackOfAllTrades
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JackOfAllTrades
F/Pacific Northwest
Aug 5, 2017
Aug 5, 2017 at 1:43 PM UTC
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