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saige Mar 2018
Darling, are you sure?
Why of course, I have no choice
Well, I gave you mine.
saige Mar 2018
Shoulder to shoulder with you
Staring at a house
The two of us built
Without ever lifting a hammer

I saw things clearly
For the first time in my life
You weren't always right

"One last drive?"

Your unimpressed smirk
That half-somewhere-else look
A lifetime of that face
And now I make myself remember

Because it's one thing when
You're only halfway present forever
And quite another when
That half will be gone
Come morning
family reunion
saige Mar 2018
"Come on,"
Was me losing you

"I've got to leave tomorrow."
"So you've said."

"I can't stay."
I already knew

"So come back."
"I can't promise-"
"You can too."

"Could be years."
"It's already been years."

"How long?"
"Have I loved you?"

"Quit playing dumb."
"Fine. Long enough."

You looked down, nodded
Then locked your eyes with mine

"Wait for me,"
Was your condition

"Okay,"
Was our celebration
Choked in an embrace
Like the ones exchanged at funerals

Was I really losing you?
Make-believe last-chance childhood sweethearts
saige Mar 2018
"Just, don't do what I've done"
The greatest advice
Grandpa ever gave us
saige Mar 2018
so, with his hands tied
he raised hers
since there were alphabets of questions
in the words which she spoke
and the ones that she didn't.
saige Mar 2018
Periwinkle tablecloths
Coca-cola pop rocks
Cake looks like a race track
Mickey has a clapper
Maddie's got a party hat
Daddy lights the numbers
And many more...
In unison
Now make a wish!
Oh, there's nothing that I need
Ah, there's myself in a balloon
Red and sheer and shy and
Make a wish!
Shiny, high and stationed and
Smile!
It's your birthday,
You idiot
how parties can feel for kids (or anyone) with social anxiety. (based on my 8th birthday)
saige Mar 2018
Lyrics in her face
blaze, from screen to mouth
bony thumb, scrolling
mumbling into an ancient microphone
hanging from the rope swing
in her garage.

Voice shakes here, shivers there
but ****
she is soulful.

Authentic, exquisite
in holey socks and wet hair
and goosebumped arms
getting swallowed by a hoodie.

*******, she has it all
and gives it nothing.

Some of us are simply stunning
no spray tans or updos
no sequined skirts or stiletto shoes
no autotune or makeup kits
no words-

only nothing
could improve her.

Nothing could improve her.
some soul i used to know
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