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 Sep 2014 anneka
are you still breathless?
the wind is caught in my throat,
and your words choke me.
this hurt.
 Feb 2014 anneka
I am made of saltwater and glass
and I am a hundred years old.
I breathe in your cigarette smoke
for a minute, you are in my lungs.
Stockpile warmth,
winter is coming to crack our hands.
The light trembles and dissolves
we are now in darkness.
When you left our eyes were still layered with sleep.
My fingertips still hum from the realization
that we are made less of flesh
and more of electricity.
 Jan 2014 anneka
 Jan 2014 anneka
The cards are always stacked against you, the odds are always low.
    But I have seen the best of you, and the worst of you, and I choose both.

I want to share every single one of your sunshines and save some for later.

I will tuck them into my pockets so I can give them back to you when the rains fall hard.

I want to be the mirror that reminds you to love yourself.

I want to be air in your lungs that reminds you to breathe easy.

when the walls come down
                 when the thunder rumbles
when nobody else is home, hold my hand

and I promise
I won't let go.
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