Falling in love was like falling down the stairs
Each stair had her name on it
And he went bouncing down each one like a tongue-tied
lunatic
One day of loving her was an ordinary year
He transformed her into what he wanted
And the scent from her
Was the best scent in the world
Fifteen he was fifteen
Each night he dreamed of her
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No one really knows me the way you did. I don’t really let people see that side of me. I’m not sure I know that part of me anymore. I wonder if you remember. I wonder if you knew that part was sacred. I wonder if you care.
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They say
the first love is the most important.
That's very romantic
but it's not the case with me.
There was something between us yet there wasn't.
It transpired and expired.
My hands don't tremble,
when I stumble upon small mementos
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Our favourite game.
1. "I’Il never leave you" Physically or emotionally I couldn't quite figure out, yet another hook you left out, but I knew we'd be Paris and Juliet some day.
Unfortunately fate has a thing for romantics: see act 5
2. “Your fault for loving someone unavailable" I inevitably find myself in my confusion once more repeating to myself: no matter how breathtaking, larkspur still kill.
3. "I love you" Your lips always had a habit of curving and preening whenever you were burdened by the weight of your own ice. You could never comprehend tenderness in phrases- no matter how tongue and cheek you'd let powerful idioms slip out after your severed tongue. Believe what you want but everyone knows how full of fucking shit you are.
03/27/18
Even as a child I found the mysteries more
fascinating than the facts – the notion that
the Hanging Gardens of Babylon once existed
opened wide my mind’s eye and sent me off
on the surf of curiosity out to where the
imagination bobbles loose on the rip tide of
dreams – facts numbed my senses and made
me howl to escape the orthodoxy of formulae
to wander out to where science meets magic,
out to where unknowns lace our knowledge
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Even as a child I found the mysteries more
fascinating than the facts – the notion that
the Hanging Gardens of Babylon once existed
opened wide my mind’s eye and sent me off
on the surf of curiosity out to where the
imagination bobbles loose on the rip tide of
dreams – facts numbed my senses and made
me howl to escape the orthodoxy of formulae
to wander out to where science meets magic,
out to where unknowns lace our knowledge
......
A thousand and thirty days,
Since I first felt that spark—
The butterflies, the rush,
The excitement lighting up the dark.
We shared the simplest things,
A laugh, a smile, a late-night call,
And in those moments, in the quiet,
We had everything, after all.
They say, "How can you miss
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my one embarrassment; i hate you.
i hate the way even the thought of you made my heart stutter,
the way you made me think life is better as two.
how the thought of that made me misstep, blushing at my blunder.
i hate you wholeheartedly,
even though it hurts a bit to say,
regardless if it was because of something said belatedly,
and that i was the one who had to pay.
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Seconds slash sadness,
moments melt.
Consumed by time
fallen faces fade… aside from hers
Salted streams shower sweetest smiles,
enshrined in aged eyes.
Tortured tongue longs the kiss,
matured in lips of memory.
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To my first love,
I've loved you since I was just 13,
When I heard your voice, my heart was keen.
Memories of our time together,
Still bring me joy, no matter the weather.
But guilt weighs heavy on my mind,
For what happened to us, so unkind,
I tried my best to prevent our fall,
But you still have a place in my heart, after all.
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