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not so fun fact #1:
my heart is not fluent in Bullshit.
this is why i feel: disconnected.
dejected. rejected. unexpected.
press 2 for Amnesia; 3 for Truth.
sorry the number you reached is
in hiding. in flames. in love. in
visible. in America, not Fakeville.
please recheck your information,
and dial again. and again. again.
hang up. tear up the power bill.
slam your phone in the wall. four
calls to me is four calls too many.
not so fun fact #2:
it's the first time we've spoken in
days. weeks. months.
indirect communication; this is so
normal. expected. typical.
no eye contact; body language is
too much. not enough. imaginary.
i have since forgotten about your
name. phone number. last exes.
birthplace. point of origin. point.
i have since forgotten why i loved
your smile. your laugh. your hair.
your voice. your skin. your teeth.
your curves, your wit, your desire,
your love. you're love; you're love
less. ly. d, but not by me.
not so fun fact #3:
okay, so maybe i'm just lying again.
so maybe i still remember your face.
maybe i still dream about your body
on its side. on my mattress. on me.
so maybe i still care. so maybe i still
love you. hate you. envy you.
lust you. think about you. want you.
want you to call my phone.
want you to call my name.
want you to call me Yours.
my heart is not fluent in Bullshit.
this is why i feel: disconnected.
dejected. rejected. unexpected.
press 2 for Amnesia; 3 for Truth.
sorry the number you reached is
in hiding. in flames. in love. in
visible. in America, not Fakeville.
please recheck your information,
and dial again. and again. again.
hang up. tear up the power bill.
slam your phone in the wall. four
calls to me is four calls too many.
not so fun fact #2:
it's the first time we've spoken in
days. weeks. months.
indirect communication; this is so
normal. expected. typical.
no eye contact; body language is
too much. not enough. imaginary.
i have since forgotten about your
name. phone number. last exes.
birthplace. point of origin. point.
i have since forgotten why i loved
your smile. your laugh. your hair.
your voice. your skin. your teeth.
your curves, your wit, your desire,
your love. you're love; you're love
less. ly. d, but not by me.
not so fun fact #3:
okay, so maybe i'm just lying again.
so maybe i still remember your face.
maybe i still dream about your body
on its side. on my mattress. on me.
so maybe i still care. so maybe i still
love you. hate you. envy you.
lust you. think about you. want you.
want you to call my phone.
want you to call my name.
want you to call me Yours.
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Fellowship Lost, Ch 1, Prt 1
Shoot.
Oh, shoot!
Shoot, shoot, shoot.
Yes, that was what Lorin said. She couldnt deny it. She heard it leave her lips. Shoot? Any number of profanities would have been more appropriate under the circumstances, but her mothers training was kicking in when least expected.
She would say more later much more but right now there was no time. She had to concentrate on moving her foot from the gas pedal to the brake; had to convince her reluctant right hand to let go of the steering wheel and shift the car into park at fifty-five miles per hour screw the transmission. Had to remind hersel
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promise to play this on silent
hello
just promise me youre listening.
since once you get used to being ignored for long enough, its nice to pretend that you could be something. that you could say something that matters. and that somewhere, someone is listening. and for now, ill make believe that youll make everything better. that the air will taste like sunshine even though its been raining for days. or that my heart isnt disconnected and that maybe my lips will get the message. or even that for the next two and half minutes youll love me.
ill make believe.
ill make believe you.
ill make believe you c
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fingers dialing
I wrote a letter and buried it in the dirt. I wrote it for the tree's unraveling roots- just wanted to let them know that sometimes being awake isn't enough. I needed them to know that my mind is based on a story about a broken hand, and what goes on in my brain is not a rush of words, but rather a headache of loud sounds. and speaking is nothing more than these sounds falling out through my teeth. I needed to stop dreaming about losing my head and floating away. so this is me finalizing all things, saying I know I'm on the right track when I'm tied down and a train is coming. this is me screaming into a telephone, whispering that I'm scared
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or just out of my mind
(let me borrow yours)
Not-So-Fun Fact #4:
i would split you up;
your lips look better
on mine, on me; on.
--
no shoes,
no shirt,
no service
(and silly me thought it was my phone plan.
well, you'd prefer shitty reception, anyway.)
(let me borrow yours)
Not-So-Fun Fact #4:
i would split you up;
your lips look better
on mine, on me; on.
--
no shoes,
no shirt,
no service
(and silly me thought it was my phone plan.
well, you'd prefer shitty reception, anyway.)
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