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Carving
Staff note: This is touching.
Our bodies carve
through the mist,
like the woods are carved
by worn trails.
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Nothing hurts more than
a paper cut from a page
that contains a blade of
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10 Things
your heart is swollen to make your breasts appear larger
and flowers have more colors, even the dying ones
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“I was never really insane except upon occasions when my heart was touched.”— Edgar Allan Poe (via wowloverly)
I am breaking my own heart. I fixate on this. I fixate on this. I fixate on this. I can’t get any work done and I’m tired and I’m lonely and I want you so bad.
You see right through me. Everyone sees right through me. I can’t lie. I fixate on this. I can’t stop thinking about it. Why won’t it leave me alone.
I make mistakes and I say the wrong thing and I apologize for it after. I don’t say anything wrong and I apologize for it after. I really want you to not hate me. I can’t stop thinking about it.
What am I? what am I doing? What am I thinking about? Why can’t I stop thinking about it.
We walked through the snow and slush and it is cold and you hold my hand and you say one thing and mean another and I can feel it. I can feel your dishonesty and I live with it because I need you. If only for a little while.
You send me very clear signals even if they are all lies. You want me you want me you want me to be there when you need me and for nothing else.
We order pizza and you are nice and we cuddle and you lie and I listen and I don’t mind. You are a warm hug, a shoulder to cry on, something to think about. to fixate on. I can’t stop thinking about it.
