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When the first boy who leaves goose bumps trailing your skin plays your favorite Death Cab for Cutie song on guitar--stop him. With the notes wedged under his fingernails, stuck like they are in your head, you'll never be able to listen again without cringing. It's 3AM when you're clawing bones to hold yourself together, you wonder: "Is the memory of me a light peppering his ceiling, keeping him awake?" "Love" should have stayed a word, not a fight.  Loneliness is a date spent sniveling into the sleeve of a different boy because Chili's played your favorite Death Cab for Cutie song. But if he comes back, asking for a poem--don't write one. It won't be any more appreciated than you were two years ago.
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Apr 2, 2014
Apr 2, 2014 at 12:27 PM UTC
I Will Follow you into the Dark. (Zach)
When the first boy who leaves goose bumps trailing your skin plays your favorite Death Cab for Cutie song on guitar--stop him. With the notes wedged under his fingernails, stuck like they are in your head, you'll never be able to listen again without cringing. It's 3AM when you're clawing bones to hold yourself together, you wonder: "Is the memory of me a light peppering his ceiling, keeping him awake?" "Love" should have stayed a word, not a fight.  Loneliness is a date spent sniveling into the sleeve of a different boy because Chili's played your favorite Death Cab for Cutie song. But if he comes back, asking for a poem--don't write one. It won't be any more appreciated than you were two years ago.
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Apr 2, 2014
Apr 2, 2014 at 12:27 PM UTC
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