i'll write a poem for every time i
**f
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l
l**
for you
i.
we were on the phone
silence filling the line
until you shoveled through
and asked me
if it was just you
or were we both toothily grinning over each other
that was a trip on the pavement
that resulted in scraped knees
ii.
once again,
i enabled the silence
to pervade through us
that was until you came out with it
**y o u ' r e
s a d ,
a r e n ' t
y o u ?**
that was a slip off a ladder
that resulted in a sprained ankle and wrist
iii.
i spoke the painstaking truth
of fat and not-good-enoughness
i spoke of pressure and ugliness
and you saw through the flaws
as if they were perfectly normal
that was a freefall off a cliff
that resulted in a comatose state
where i had nothing to live off of
except your love
Jul 17, 2013
Jul 17, 2013 at 2:18 AM UTC
i'll write a poem for every time i
**f
e
l
l**
for you
i.
we were on the phone
silence filling the line
until you shoveled through
and asked me
if it was just you
or were we both toothily grinning over each other
that was a trip on the pavement
that resulted in scraped knees
ii.
once again,
i enabled the silence
to pervade through us
that was until you came out with it
**y o u ' r e
s a d ,
a r e n ' t
y o u ?**
that was a slip off a ladder
that resulted in a sprained ankle and wrist
iii.
i spoke the painstaking truth
of fat and not-good-enoughness
i spoke of pressure and ugliness
and you saw through the flaws
as if they were perfectly normal
that was a freefall off a cliff
that resulted in a comatose state
where i had nothing to live off of
except your love
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