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that it has been so long
and i've refused to look
at all the pictures
cute messages
                  that you gave me
     complete with an "x"
and "i love you"
                but it just hurts
                way too much
                to think about
                your life                or more importantly
                your death
not ready
i'm just
not ready
to see or
remember
your life
not yet
everyone
let        
me  
be
remember that time
         you gave me a song
said "you have to
listen to it!"

                             so of course i did
                             and i fell in love with it
                             just as i fell in love with you
for weeks
      months
                                              ­      it was the song
                                                            ­ that was us
maybe our love was forever
                     i cry every night
          that you didn't make it
                       to our "forever"
i've stopped
listening to it
it hurts
                                     i'm still waiting
                            for your
                                 "good morning love,
                                              sleep well? x"

                            message
song:
if i'm james dean you're audrey hepburn
sleeping with sirens
to be held until you fall asleep
and wake up with them still holding you

to know the noises they make before sleep
and wake to their morning noises

to mumble adoring words until you cant anymore
and wake knowing they're all true

to fall asleep with their scent embracing you
and wake covered in it and still smelling that way after showers

i wonder what that would be like
i wonder why i keep torturing myself with this
nothing i do
is calming me down
like every time
i talk to you
you have an effect on me                                      
where i immediately feel so                  
much better                                                    
a ball of                                    
nervous energy                        
buzzing and shaking          
i'm waiting
waiting
waiting
always waiting
for you to be here
to simply talk to me
just that                                                
talking to me                                                
well you mostly singing
and me sitting
we don't exactly talk
we exist                    
together

i think, that                                      
is what calms me                                      
a sense that
maybe i'll be
whole again
maybe
*???
i love standing in the wind                        
letting the velocity of the storm                                
make me feel weak in a different way                                          
weak as in                                                                
not mentally
or physically
just that i know                              
it's bigger than me                              
and yet                
nor the rain
thunder
lightning
wind
make me feel scared                                                  
i like to enjoy the power                                            
it's not mine                                            
but i'm in the presence                                              
of a great power                                                          
that can create destruction
destroy lives                        
ruin everything                  
one day                                                                                              
i just want to                                                                                              
lay in a field                                                                                              
back down in                                                                                              
the grass                                                                                              
with rain pounding                                                                                              
down, lighting                                                                                              
breaking the sky                                                                                              
thunder blasting                                                                                              
wind howling                                                                                              
and simply                                                                          
feel like nothing                                                                  
to the wold,                                                                          
because i'm                                                                          
tiny                                                                                        
compared to it                                                                    
                                                                  
i want to die
in the presence
of a power
bigger than
anyone
can handle

—a storm—
nothing to do with religion in my opinion, i didn't write it about that. but if that's the way you intemperate it, okay
not saying i'm weak
                                                but
i really need
someone to hold me
together
because
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i s   n o   l o n g e r
w     h     o     l     e                                                      a t   a l l
all my aches left me
i stopped hurting    
most bad thoughts  
were gone,                                          
to be replaced by                                          
simplicity                                          
and happiness                                          
and i think  
90% of it      
was because
of you                          
thanks.
thank-you
so much
x
i'm trying so hard
to learn how        
to accept compliments
and actually believe it
i am trying
i really am
but no matter what                    
i just cant seem to grasp                    
why anyone would think                  
i have the ability to be pretty                  
i just
can't
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