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Leaving you will surely **** me;
I don't even want to this time.
But I'm a big girl now,
a big girl going off to college.
I can picture it:

I open the door to your room,
you're shuffling around with something.
Your back is to me.
I stand there silently for a moment;
letting you distract yourself.
I'm about ready to break,
but I don't know how strong you'll act
so I stand up tall.
Suddenly, you crumble.
And I'm there.
Holding you up, telling you I'm here;
that I'll never let you go.
Whispering everything I can think of;
catching your tears;
pressing you into me to try an swallow you up;
to just have you within myself
where I never have to leave you.
After who knows how long;
after I've gotten everything out of me
and maybe you did too..
I press my forehead against yours
(I have to be on my tippy toes; I'm not tall enough.)
so we can just cry for a moment, together.
Then, I tell you I love you;
take a deep breath;
whisper, "goodbye"
and kiss the smooth spot on your forehead.


I think I die as I walk out the door.
I'm really not sure though.
I try to break the surface of my daydreams
before they break my heart.
There are two horrible parts about this dream.
One: this is an impending doom
I can't escape.
Everyday is a grain of sand, falling away.
Two: I don't even know if you'll notice my absence.
I mean, I know you will.
But I don't think it'll break you like it will me.
Not that I want that.
I just don't want you to let me go.
762 · Jun 2013
I need to learn to be
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748 · Apr 2013
Stuck in Colder Weather.
She was my best friend,
and I miss her more than can be explained.
We used to be like one person,
but now everything has changed.
She didn't talk to me for days
and acted like everything was okay
right before she went away.
I had to block it out,
I can only take so much pain;
Be taken advantage of,
so I spent every day,
wondering if I'd see her again
before she left for L.A.
But it didn't happen,
it hasn't happened.
We grew so far apart.
When I take time to think about it,
it honestly breaks my heart.
We weren't always there for each other,
we had other things we had to do.
But when it all came down to it,
we always saw each other through.
Not talking about the serious,
just made each other laugh.
And we'd always joke about how much we ate
and that we were gonna be so fat.
The truth is, I miss the simple stuff;
Not really talking about life.
Just going through each day one at a time.
And taking life with a grain of salt,
tequila,
and lime.
For C.

Sloppy and not well done.
714 · Jun 2013
One more year.
I guess my favorite part about my decision
is that I dont have to say goodbye anymore.
I have one more year with you,
you don't have to have me but I'll always want you.
Best friend.
702 · Mar 2013
3 a.m. secrets
I think I'm going to drive
to the little church tonight.
You know how I do that sometimes.
When things get bad here,
and I just need a little peace and quiet.
Maybe...
Maybe you can come with me sometime;
when you need to get away too.
We don't have to talk at all;
just sit in the parking lot for a few hours.
Maybe we can spend the night;
that's what I'll be doing tonight.
I need to get away from all the yelling,
all the anger.
It fills up inside of me until I explode.
Would you spend the night with me?
It's just a little car,
but I'd let you have the back seat;
give you all the best blankets.
I'd wake up every hour or two
to turn the heater on and keep you warm.
You don't have to give me an answer now.
But if you ever feel like flying away,
just drive to my part of town and find me there.
And come in and sleep.
Sleep and dream,
in that little church parking lot.
695 · Feb 2013
Why I write.
If you want to know what I write about,
look in the mirror as you walk by.
Do you see your eyes;
sometimes green, sometimes brown,
but always filled with kindness.
You hold your smile there,
that's how I really know you're happy.
If you want to know what I write about,
look at your feet when you have someplace to go.
Do you notice how one foot turns in more than the other?
Putting a bounce in your step;
a bounce that becomes more profound as you get hyper.
If you want to know what I write about,
listen to the echo of your laughs.
You have three different ones;
each bringing a smile to my face when I listen.
They are so infectious, I can't help but laugh, too.
If you want to know what I write about,
look to the creator of your dreams.
The beautiful mind that paints the pictures on your eyelids as you sleep.
I want to know what it thinks about constantly.
Who do you hold in the back of your mind?
What secrets do you keep?
What feelings do you feel?
If you want to know what I write about,
look into your heart.
Look at who you are,
what you do,
what you stand for.
Look at you.
You are my best friend.
You are why I write.
A little rough around the edges but you get the point.
655 · Feb 2013
New identity.
I'm not who you think I am,
just trying to escape.
But still trying to keep my eye on you,
so everything is fake.
652 · Mar 2013
Conversations in the rain.
"For once.. Can you just think of yourself?"

I sat there for a moment.

Who is 'myself'? I wondered*

I still don't know what she was talking about.

— The End —