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pluie d'été May 2014
Your eyes
Are blue
And I love
Brown eyes
More than blue eyes
But your's
The most
pluie d'été May 2014
i keep the words
you whispered to me
in a dusty box
under my bed

sometimes
i take them out
and they fly across the room
making me
remember
making me
wish
that i could forgive you
pluie d'été May 2014
you kiss my neck
like you own me
and then
i see the sun
glint off
the curls in your hair
making a halo
and a lie
before the darkness
comes seeping
over
the lonely
blue expanse
of the sky
  May 2014 pluie d'été
Ophelia
I take a breath
I miss the smell your perfume left in my clothes
I open my eyes
yours looked so sad yesterday. I wish I could ask you why
I put on a shirt
I miss the way you used to rub the hem of my sleeve with your fingers
I brush my hair
I love your new color
I take a step
do you still remember our long walks in the woods?
I go on
*and so does life
pluie d'été May 2014
your fingers
used to
caress
the gaps
between my ribs
and wrap around
my hand

they make shadows
across
the cracking
wall now
in my dreams
and i can't
let anyone else
touch me
pluie d'été May 2014
i am
cold
without you
pluie d'été May 2014
the only
occasional
fault
with reading
is that you become
so tainted
with the characters'
experiences
that they might
as well
had happened to you
and by god
when you read
a person's
definition
of too many
it really can
become
too much
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