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for the record, i
lusted you
only for the
contents of your pants, not the
contents of your heart.
i realise this
now, of course,
and realised how
useless the
contents of either are, when
i'm nowhere near them,
nowhere near you.
i have no use for you
have no use for me.
i see no point in
lusting after a ghost;
i see no point in
picking dead flowers;
i see no point in
flying on a broken plane;
i see no point in
calling you without your number.
and what hurts the most is
that i wasted nine months on you.
i might as well have been pregnant,
or pregnant with a three-season disease
named after the first words you spoke
: Malignant Death
lusted you
only for the
contents of your pants, not the
contents of your heart.
i realise this
now, of course,
and realised how
useless the
contents of either are, when
i'm nowhere near them,
nowhere near you.
i have no use for you
have no use for me.
i see no point in
lusting after a ghost;
i see no point in
picking dead flowers;
i see no point in
flying on a broken plane;
i see no point in
calling you without your number.
and what hurts the most is
that i wasted nine months on you.
i might as well have been pregnant,
or pregnant with a three-season disease
named after the first words you spoke
: Malignant Death
Literature
Wells.
Tonight, as I'm sleeping, he calls me from a number I don't recognize. I am relieved and terrified to hear his voice. I struggle to steady my breath.
"How do you feel?" he asks.
The room's dark. The clock on my grandmother's dresser glares four nineteen. I want to say "How do you think I feel?" I am still half asleep.
I say "Fine, I feel fine. How are you?"
He tells me the story about a boy who fell into his neighbor's well last winter. It's one he's told before.
"The fall didn't kill him," he says, "It was the dark. It was that damn well.
Literature
kaleidoscope.
Even though it is said that the human eye can see about 16.8 million different colors, we're all pretty much color blind in the end.
Today, I am blue, and you are red; today the fear begins again.
The sky is a milky white and your eyes are an empty grey, but you somehow still manage a smile: this is the first thing I notice. The second is that your shoes are untied, then that your gaze seems unfocused, then that your hair is a disaster, then that your voice sounds like rain and I hate rain.
You catch my stare.
I turn away because I am afraid.
You are uncertainty and unpredictability, and for this, I hate you; the unexpected is a d
Literature
what do i want?
to sit on a curb
with you, not even caring
what we will do next.
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an acrostic.
floccinaucinihilipilification - the action or habit of judging something to be worthless
HERE IT HEAR: HINT: look at the first character of each line
floccinaucinihilipilification - the action or habit of judging something to be worthless
HERE IT HEAR: HINT: look at the first character of each line
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That is so amazing. Acrostics are...impossible for me to pull off without looking like a third grader. But this! I didn't even realize until you said it and this is just so beautiful...