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i was thinking of thursday.i was thinking of distracted drivers and crossing the road when the light is not yet red
while walking home from school, on a hot monday afternoon, in a hurry because
she doesn't want to miss the first episode of season two, and. i was thinking of
sirens, and nightmare noises that leave scars on a child witness, and the season one
finale being the last episode she could ever watch.
i was thinking of tuesday, after school sports, agressive players and a few minutes left in the game, and
a boy hoping to win for the very first time in his life, and then he would
finally make his father proud. and they would celebrate, and he would laugh
and, bad aim, and just a bit too much strength, and an injury to the head and
tears in the hospital waiting room, with a white sheet covering the eyes that never got to see his father smile.
i was thinking of songs and poems and inspiring quotes, and things
i need to tell you, and things that i've left unsaid. what you already know, but
what i want you to
.you are a piercing in my heart, and a sweet
drink that leaves an itchy feeling at the back of my throat that
won't go away. like a lingering aftertaste.
your kisses taste like music, and
flow the way moonlit rivers do, when the world is sleeping - at
midnight - and nothing else matters but. now.
i've tripped, and fallen, and bruised my knees
and crouched down in corners and cried, and wished
for more. than you gave me.
you gave me way more than i hoped for and your hugs
feel like i'm home and everything
is okay and i think of you dream of you wish
wish wish. all the time everyday constantly.
you are roller-coasters, and tattoos, and bitter
chocolate, and black coffee without sugar.
you are playgrounds, and crayola hearts, an extra
helping of dessert, and hot chocolate after the first snowfall.
i jumped off the edge of a cliff, battled
threats of burns and fire, chose
to dive from the higest possible point,
even though i barely know how to swim.
truth or dare.i've always picked 'truth'
because i hate the idea of
unknown, yet to be uttered
directions, and no choice
but to follow.
do it or face
( and picking truth,
it's only too easy to lie.
a lie is just a 'truth' under disguise. )
i've always lived life
admiring the dress-up, masks,
never questioning the illusions,
believing labels, words, guides.
live by this
and get everything you want.
( and this is the ultimate
no matter how easy you find it to lie.
this is the truth, with no disguise. )
forkintheroad, wake up, dream
believe, let go, hold on, hurt, fall, crash
truth or dare.
how much of an answer
is a disguise,
how much of a dare
will i be punished for,
if happiness is an illusion,
and life is a test,
how many dreams,wishes,promises
do i need to kill
to not fail.
how hard do i need to fall,
to see past the lies.
kill me softly,
and show me the
and i'll be your canvas.you're a
volcanic eruption waiting to happen,
with soft, marble skin and
warm whispers that send shivers down my spine.
you're a blazing fireplace after a lonely winter
walk. a blanket around my heart and
a home, balanced on the edge of a cliff.
you're a thorn and a delicious poison, and my
favourite flavour of dreams and wishes
and promises, and
i want to
drink you all in, and etch your
face, eyes, words, soul
into my mind, heart, life.
i want to trace over each mark, spot
scar, everything and
carve it into my memory.
i want to steal just as much as
you've taken from me, and break
locks, crush masks, soak in secrets.
letting everything go, losing, hanging,
leaving doors open, and
cracked around the edges.
the skin of a realist, the eyes of a child, the mind of a
disaster, and the heart of a dreamer. you have
kisses made of rain, the fingers of a pianist,
the brush of a painter.
and i'll be your canvas.
i want you.i think i might have pushed myself a bit too hard today, because i'm seeing stars and darkness, and the light is too bright, and i'm writing this while
i am on the bed tapping away, pretending i know what i'm saying, and waiting and wanting to see, hear, and taste again, and i'm hungry, and thirsty, but i don't want food, or anything to drink except for
what i'm always wanting, was always wanting ever since that first time when i went why not? and tasted the sweet poison and
you said you'd eat me up
i'm still waiting, and it's cold, in the fridge.
glow} so bright it almost blinds you,
but, the warmth inside is what makes
the snow in your eyes all worthwhile.
sunshine} you make my heart smile
like sunflower-patterned fields of
yellow and green rain
dotting each little strand of hopeful
warm wishes, and young
shadows holding hands for the first time.
cherry} sweet, overflowing, stains
left on fresh, new-found innocence
like that of soft, spring rains,
and promises made as we are
showered with strawberry kisses.
ocean} inviting, and waves playfully
calling, come closer, closer,
closer, and it seems like
happiness is when drowning
in sweet open waters can feel like heaven.
dark} and the skies are littered with
memories of you tonight.
make a wish, and put it out there,
as another one of the stars.
and i wish i could store them
all} in rainbow-stained glass jars so
they would never die out, and just
to fill in the cracks and scars in her heart,
with scattered memories of why
she made her way down the rainbow
in the first place; and s
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