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I have known, and I have cared for, those who think rebuilding a person is love which is quite nice in theory but then, I became destroyed. I was a project, a house of cards that had fallen and frustratingly needed put back together, elevated the way the moon gets lifted from grass or a friendship necklace lurches from my lover’s body. His collarbone peak separating the relationship from the heart. When someone told me love can be piecing each other back together, I just thought of how it could be crumbling together, too — mixed up, mixed blood, if he were to die, my necklace would disintegrate with his tongue. We would cremate sterling silver and even then, he would not be destroyed. We are not scientists, we are two people who kiss together like how two wooden-sticks’ll use the same drum to create music. There may be splinters, may peel but can still make sound. No one takes a drumstick to the repair shop, they just buy a new one — I want that to be love. Stop trying to fix me and touch my everything, all my broken parts.
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Aug 26, 2013
Aug 26, 2013 at 5:02 PM UTC
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I have known, and I have cared for, those who think rebuilding a person is love which is quite nice in theory but then, I became destroyed. I was a project, a house of cards that had fallen and frustratingly needed put back together, elevated the way the moon gets lifted from grass or a friendship necklace lurches from my lover’s body. His collarbone peak separating the relationship from the heart. When someone told me love can be piecing each other back together, I just thought of how it could be crumbling together, too — mixed up, mixed blood, if he were to die, my necklace would disintegrate with his tongue. We would cremate sterling silver and even then, he would not be destroyed. We are not scientists, we are two people who kiss together like how two wooden-sticks’ll use the same drum to create music. There may be splinters, may peel but can still make sound. No one takes a drumstick to the repair shop, they just buy a new one — I want that to be love. Stop trying to fix me and touch my everything, all my broken parts.
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Aug 26, 2013
Aug 26, 2013 at 5:02 PM UTC
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