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I am the bobby pins and hair clips you find in corners of your room, on your dresser, or behind your bed. I am the pictures on your wall that I made when I was once manic. I am the crumbs you find in your bed that was once my “three or four nights a week bed” which I used as a table. I am the cafe where we met, and kept meeting. I am day drives to no where. I am the Middletown train station before the movies. I am the mint lotion that keeps the bugs away. I am the notes I would leave you, that found their way on your wall. I am the bandaids. I am that strand of medium length brown hair you will find in your shower I am that guy, from trivia at that other cafe, that I wanted us to be friends with. I am the hands that would unlock your locked pointer finger. I am that key on your key chain. I am the leftover tea that is always too hot for me to drink, and is left near your bed. I am ice cream with CHERRIES, and edamame. I am the sheets on your bed. I am the downing film theater when you needed to feel better. I am New Jersey. I am the reason Netflix recommends Independent dramas with strong female lead. I am the netflix. I am the stain on your mattress. I am the drool on your pillow. I am the sugar in your cabinet above your roomates whiskey. I am all of the groceries and dates I paid for. I am all those pictures of me on your phone which made their way to your computer. I am the light wash boyfriend jeans. I am that bottle of wine that sits with all other bottles, that you see when you walk out of your room and into the kitchen, and out the door. I am the reason you once felt content. I am the reason the corkscrew sits on that stool. I am the reason why your toothbrush is wet, before you use it. I am the two red sharpie marks left on those sheets that I got us. I am mexico. The trip to mexico that could have almost seemed doable. I am the sent of oils which remind you of hippies. I am the shoes left at your door, or the teavana jug of tea in the kitchen right now. I am the fourth of July. I am that pool we never swim in. I am the projected films on the fence. I am the talker, the thought keeper, the fighter, the writer. I am Sensual Amber I am UBE I am my legs on the wall when I dry them. I am the tiny pills on your dresser. I am just someone your next girlfriend will be better than. I am the bobby pins.
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Jul 17, 2013
Jul 17, 2013 at 3:53 PM UTC
I Was Part of Your Life
I am the bobby pins and hair clips you find in corners of your room, on your dresser, or behind your bed. I am the pictures on your wall that I made when I was once manic. I am the crumbs you find in your bed that was once my “three or four nights a week bed” which I used as a table. I am the cafe where we met, and kept meeting. I am day drives to no where. I am the Middletown train station before the movies. I am the mint lotion that keeps the bugs away. I am the notes I would leave you, that found their way on your wall. I am the bandaids. I am that strand of medium length brown hair you will find in your shower I am that guy, from trivia at that other cafe, that I wanted us to be friends with. I am the hands that would unlock your locked pointer finger. I am that key on your key chain. I am the leftover tea that is always too hot for me to drink, and is left near your bed. I am ice cream with CHERRIES, and edamame. I am the sheets on your bed. I am the downing film theater when you needed to feel better. I am New Jersey. I am the reason Netflix recommends Independent dramas with strong female lead. I am the netflix. I am the stain on your mattress. I am the drool on your pillow. I am the sugar in your cabinet above your roomates whiskey. I am all of the groceries and dates I paid for. I am all those pictures of me on your phone which made their way to your computer. I am the light wash boyfriend jeans. I am that bottle of wine that sits with all other bottles, that you see when you walk out of your room and into the kitchen, and out the door. I am the reason you once felt content. I am the reason the corkscrew sits on that stool. I am the reason why your toothbrush is wet, before you use it. I am the two red sharpie marks left on those sheets that I got us. I am mexico. The trip to mexico that could have almost seemed doable. I am the sent of oils which remind you of hippies. I am the shoes left at your door, or the teavana jug of tea in the kitchen right now. I am the fourth of July. I am that pool we never swim in. I am the projected films on the fence. I am the talker, the thought keeper, the fighter, the writer. I am Sensual Amber I am UBE I am my legs on the wall when I dry them. I am the tiny pills on your dresser. I am just someone your next girlfriend will be better than. I am the bobby pins.
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Jul 17, 2013
Jul 17, 2013 at 3:53 PM UTC
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