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 Apr 2014 Rachel Jordan
August
Pt. 1: Before
To the filter, the only thing of me you'll have.


                                 Pt. 2: Over
                                 Whisper softly, I won't be one of your bad habits.


Pt. 3: After
I'm smoke, catch me in your hands, if you can.
Amara Pendergraft 2014
A catfish laughs.
It thinks of other catfishes
In other ponds.
I fell infinitely in love with your voice after a cup of coffee and two menthol cigarettes and I love the way you smell like marijuana and whiskey and you. You look like the best beginnings and I wish I saw you in the stars I watch every night. The stars are tired of me wishing on them, wishing for you. I like the way you look in the morning and the way your eyes are like the clouds when you look at me. You are a supernova. You are like the welcoming warmth of my house in Winter. I'd build castles for you with my bare hands. I want to wake up and just watch you watching me. I want to wrap myself around you and kiss your neck and feel your pulse and write thank you letters to your parents for creating you. I want to whisper your name in the same sentence as ''you're mine''. I want you to agree. I want you to tell me that you're only mine, that you're always mine. I see you as a puzzle just waiting for my clumsy hands to put you together. I think about you every second. For once, it doesn't hurt to love someone this way. For once, I love someone that doesn't hate me for it. I've seen some beautiful things but none of them compare to the way you fall asleep next to me. You're the first person to look at me like I'm some kind of significant human being and I love you endlessly for that. I love you for saving me when everyone else thought I was beyond saving. I'd rather be sat in the passenger seat of your ****** old car with you than be anywhere else in the world. I'd go to the end of the earth with you. You make me feel alive. You make me want to be alive simply so I can hold the perfect image of you in my head. It hurts knowing you can't  see how wonderful you are. I want to make you feel alive. I want to be alive with you.
i met a boy today

with warm hands

and his fingers bumbled as

they passed me my change.

i don’t think i’ll see

him again.

but that’s okay.

— The End —