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#itgetsworse
what we promised would never happen is happening messages slowly being left on read we run out of things to talk about more everyday we awkwardly walk each other to class because that's what we always did we have 3-minute phone calls instead of 3 hour-long phone calls we cry about what's happening behind closed doors but it gets worse still we are supposed to cry in each other's arms, not about each other we unpin each other because we don't message much anymore im starting to forget how it feels to laugh for hours over nothing im starting to forget how it felt when we would rage about boys im starting to forget the genuine happiness i felt when i could see you im starting to forget how pure our true connection had been we said twin flames the flame is flickering we used to be too close now it seems like we were never close enough we promised we promised this would never happen we promised that we would never drift we promised that our friendship was one in a million so why why is that one in a million friendship crumbling we were meant to be best friends we were meant to wipe each other's tears and hold each other we were meant to laugh until we couldn't breathe we were meant to be attached at the hip we were never supposed to forget how it felt to be so close to someone so close that we never hesitated to call each other our best friend but now we do now it seems we are just neighbors neighbors who used to be really really close
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Nov 2, 2020
Nov 2, 2020 at 10:35 AM UTC
losing you
I can fix this. I’m always so terrified That I will fall from the sky And my wings will snap Helpless to medicine and hope Icarus and I (fall from the sky) We burn Chasing sunlit warmth Suspended by devices devised of self-preservation Crumbling before our eyes That we can’t hold together anymore These devices are needless Let go and hold on Trust the fall See how I fly. Putting together a patchwork home Watching the water carve out the stone Getting much better at being alone Because I’m not. Not broken but not fixed yet. And I know now that hurting is healing And I see the world pass on below me And I won’t fall So I soar. I have fallen before. I am still Despite of not because. I will fall. And I will fly. Crash landing, I kiss the Earth.
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Sep 21, 2020
Sep 21, 2020 at 1:04 AM UTC
Icarus and I (fall from the sky)