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Just don't tell them I've gone crazy,
I'm still strung out on you,
Tell them anything you want to,
Just don't tell them all the truth,
Don't tell them all the truth.
  Mar 2015 heather leather
Parker Louis
I could equate the stars to you
but that wouldn't be accurate
The stars are millions of miles away
and you're right here
and I prefer it that way

the stars go down at night
but you're still there in the morning

well, they never leave
but some times I can't see them
like your heart
I can't see it
but I know it's there
beating
doing its job

but the thing you and the stars have in common
natural beauty
and
pure wonder
3/3/2013 1:16 a.m.
  Mar 2015 heather leather
Alexa Sz
I am the walrus walking, with Lucy in the sky with her diamonds, talking about going to Mr. Kites show tonight and then we'd have dinner at the Octopus's garden in the shade with Father MacKenzie. She said that Rocky raccoon was going to be at the show too and I remembered that Lady Madonna will stay for a bit if she earns enough money. I bet you didn't know that Sgt. Pepper's lonely hearts band will be there to play a bit. They are going to arrive in the yellow submarine with the nowhere man. then they are going to strawberry fields to play. I am going to meet up with them tomorrow at Abbey road and then go visit Jojo with them. From there we'd go to play for the Blue meanies and their bulldogs. What a wonderful place Beatle world is, but I have a ticket to ride the Magic mystery bus back to reality. Too bad I can't stay awhile longer!
heather leather Mar 2015
when you get the letter,
you will hold it in your hands with a sense
of dread and excitement and
you will be in class and everyone else will be
talking, laughing; happiness in the air but you must be
breathing a different type of oxygen because you feel
everything but happy, you feel your heart, not in
your stomach but in your your feet which is why you can't
move; you are tied down to the chair, anchored by the
letter that is in front of you, on your desk and usually
your desk is a mess but this time it's clean and the only thing
that lies on top of it is a letter and you think to yourself
this is the worst time to read it
but you can't help yourself; this is the last thing
that keeps you bound to this hellhole called life
//
it starts with an i'm sorry and you're already crying
because this wasn't supposed to be that type of letter but
it is and somewhere along the lines of
by the time you read this i'll be dead you lose everything
and everybody's happy but you don't understand how they can be
but you're sick of it so you escape into the shadows and the
voices in your head are getting louder and you want to
turn it off but you can't so you take out your pen and
start to write a letter of your own
//
you title it goodbye and start it off the same way he did
with an i'm sorry and somewhere along the lines of
by the time you read this i'll be dead
you lose yourself and you know it's too late so you
immerse yourself in the words and you wonder if this was how
he felt, this sensation of drowning but still being able to breathe
and your hand shakes as you write down your
last words and then you grab the noose and put it around
your neck because sometimes to stay alive you
have to stop breathing and as you feel your life escaping
from you, draining slowly like a defeated army you mouth
the same words that killed you;
i'm sorry

(h.l.)
heather leather Mar 2015
well okay so
apparently you're never going to see these
because you deleted the app off your phone and
so i would like to formally say goodbye to all of our conversations
like i know this is really silly
but just seeing that i was talking to you made me so happy.
it's like you're this constant ray of love in my life
(even though i know you don't love me) and i just always loved reading our old conversations, they make me happy
but now you're off to boarding school and
as much as you might say you'll keep in contact i know you won't;
it's inevitable.  so i figure, why let all of our old conversations lay there
as if they matter that much anymore to you,
why taunt myself with them?
even if they made me happy sometimes it's better to
let go of things before they destroy you. so i will.
and hopefully we can still have more conversations in the future,
when you're signing books in Barnes' and Nobles
and you glance up to ask who to make this out to
(make it out to Heather Leather by the way if you can still remember what it means)  and you see me, maybe then
we'll talk to each other in an old cafe and catch up on life.
although i doubt this will ever happen,
I like to dream about these things;
they make me happy when i feel scared or alone.
but until then, until we meet in barnes' and nobles' and
go to central park for coffee; i guess this is goodbye to all our late-night conversations and endless lines of poems and songs.
i have loved you in a friends-way, in a not-so-friends way and in a i-don't-know-what-this-is-but-it-makes-me-happy kind of way. and while i don't like to talk about loving people in the future, i will say this
if there is one person that has ever aggravated me so much it is you,
and if there's ever a person i will regret not knowing in the future,
it is also you. and if i end up being a good person in the future
(which i hope i will be) know that it is highly possible that
i will love you because you have made me a better person, a better poet, and perhaps most importantly, a happier person.
so i guess this wasn't a goodbye to only our old conversations,
maybe it was also a goodbye to the past you and me,
and while this isn't the last time i will talk to you in a long time
(can't get rid of me that easily)
this will probably be the last time that i
read our old late night conversations about food and poetry
and songs and how much you love Lana del Rey and how i
am obsessed with 5 seconds of summer
and so goodbye to that,
it was good while it lasted,
and hopefully we will create many more late night conversations
but until then, goodbye to the jokes we laughed at,
the homework we cried over, and the music we argued about
yours truly,
heather

p.s. i love you to the moon and back
p.p.s: it was an honor having my heart broken by you
((so this was written in the perspective of a person on their phone so yeah))
for a.m.
((also congrats on the whole boarding school thing idek if you got
in yet but i have a feeling you did so yeah))
(double also wHO GOT THE TFIOS REFERENCE AYE? okay i need to
stop bye x.)
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