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I watched him take California's south side, tossing invitations back over his bronzed shoulder, in a careless way he had coined But the sky here has a way of wrapping me up, lifting my chin upward and rooting my feet in this rocky Missouri soil Like petals of an overgrown sunflower, my lightened hair danced around my face I watched the pale blue of the sky fall down on me and intensify Masking the sprinkle of stars where our gazes had collided, though the pairs of eyes set thousands of miles apart, resting snugly in their sockets Sleepy words streamed into my ear, leaving my mind feeling lazy Hardly able to find the familiar tinge of dryness in his sentences-- As though the thoughts he had were lessened in value the moment they passed through his lips The early morning clouds had not yet agreed upon the day's weather, billows of white thinning out into wisps and collecting again Slipping over the roof top and onto the next neighborhood I was lulled to sleep in their slow deciding as he held his breath for the yellow of sunrise to spill through his shades in slats, reassuring him that the darkness is not forever, although I had caught him wishing it might be I had never met my match until our two brains rattled, our hard heads made contact and butted repeatedly He made a habit of softening mine, kicking soccer ***** at my face and kissing me slowly Fast friends, always outrunning one another Cynicism rushed warm red in our young blood We unbandaged our wounds, and bled openly into summer nights- so thick you could reach out and steal handfuls of loud black My crippled hands shakily wrapped up his festering gashes Sealing in hours of stories of starving, of screaming, of a scared little boy all bruised and beaten, before we vanished back into our laughably broken lives The back of his Blazer became my bed while my darling father snored drunken oblivion into the air conditioned house I escaped from Fresh cut grass from the open field, caught rides on my bare feet, scattering across the comforter that spread over folded back seats We wrestled and hurt ourselves, I would win, underneath him We got faded and hurt each other, spilling unspeakable tales from between our teeth and tears from frozen eyes, down onto our collars Smoking like chimneys as we lay, swimming in music and moonlight Every sunset was justified in its ending Putting the people to sleep and quieting the cooling streets The beginning of every day was a feather trying to break the spine he was straining to straighten He would tell you he was fine, never given the chance to settle into good, interrupted every time he slid into being okay I would tell you he was a private young man, overcompensating for chronic unhappiness with good intentions Laughing off every nightmare, until the room shook, with sinister hilariousness-his own brand of medicine for a sweet heart, poisoned by misfortune, a sharp mind blinded by the lack of peace and easy comings The night he left, I bought a sapphire tie to compliment his icy eyes Unsure whether It would be a poor parting gift or end up tied around his wrists to keep him from going We had ended the physical slice of our relationship some time before I sat in his passenger seat and struggled to form a sentence that would be worth a **** We waited for our stupid minds to catch up to the swelling and swirling of emotion inside us Refusing to say goodbye out loud, I tasted the Peppermint and *** on his mouth for the last time, quickly My best friend went away and he never came back Someday I will be unexpectedly thrown to the ground Blaming it on my own unsure feet until I catch sight of the culprit pair of Vans attached to a smirking Blonde Beauty I will grin as I trip on him again
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Jun 27, 2014
Jun 27, 2014 at 4:18 PM UTC
Summering Separately
I watched him take California's south side, tossing invitations back over his bronzed shoulder, in a careless way he had coined But the sky here has a way of wrapping me up, lifting my chin upward and rooting my feet in this rocky Missouri soil Like petals of an overgrown sunflower, my lightened hair danced around my face I watched the pale blue of the sky fall down on me and intensify Masking the sprinkle of stars where our gazes had collided, though the pairs of eyes set thousands of miles apart, resting snugly in their sockets Sleepy words streamed into my ear, leaving my mind feeling lazy Hardly able to find the familiar tinge of dryness in his sentences-- As though the thoughts he had were lessened in value the moment they passed through his lips The early morning clouds had not yet agreed upon the day's weather, billows of white thinning out into wisps and collecting again Slipping over the roof top and onto the next neighborhood I was lulled to sleep in their slow deciding as he held his breath for the yellow of sunrise to spill through his shades in slats, reassuring him that the darkness is not forever, although I had caught him wishing it might be I had never met my match until our two brains rattled, our hard heads made contact and butted repeatedly He made a habit of softening mine, kicking soccer ***** at my face and kissing me slowly Fast friends, always outrunning one another Cynicism rushed warm red in our young blood We unbandaged our wounds, and bled openly into summer nights- so thick you could reach out and steal handfuls of loud black My crippled hands shakily wrapped up his festering gashes Sealing in hours of stories of starving, of screaming, of a scared little boy all bruised and beaten, before we vanished back into our laughably broken lives The back of his Blazer became my bed while my darling father snored drunken oblivion into the air conditioned house I escaped from Fresh cut grass from the open field, caught rides on my bare feet, scattering across the comforter that spread over folded back seats We wrestled and hurt ourselves, I would win, underneath him We got faded and hurt each other, spilling unspeakable tales from between our teeth and tears from frozen eyes, down onto our collars Smoking like chimneys as we lay, swimming in music and moonlight Every sunset was justified in its ending Putting the people to sleep and quieting the cooling streets The beginning of every day was a feather trying to break the spine he was straining to straighten He would tell you he was fine, never given the chance to settle into good, interrupted every time he slid into being okay I would tell you he was a private young man, overcompensating for chronic unhappiness with good intentions Laughing off every nightmare, until the room shook, with sinister hilariousness-his own brand of medicine for a sweet heart, poisoned by misfortune, a sharp mind blinded by the lack of peace and easy comings The night he left, I bought a sapphire tie to compliment his icy eyes Unsure whether It would be a poor parting gift or end up tied around his wrists to keep him from going We had ended the physical slice of our relationship some time before I sat in his passenger seat and struggled to form a sentence that would be worth a **** We waited for our stupid minds to catch up to the swelling and swirling of emotion inside us Refusing to say goodbye out loud, I tasted the Peppermint and *** on his mouth for the last time, quickly My best friend went away and he never came back Someday I will be unexpectedly thrown to the ground Blaming it on my own unsure feet until I catch sight of the culprit pair of Vans attached to a smirking Blonde Beauty I will grin as I trip on him again
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Jun 27, 2014
Jun 27, 2014 at 4:18 PM UTC
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