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forget her I could write about your nicotine stained teethforget her by ~unfamiliar-faces
or the crinkles in your nose and the corners of your eyes that only exist when you smile
I could narrate your raspy voice and short, bubbling laugh
or describe your hair, dark brown in a pixie cut that you did this summer because you needed a change.
I could talk about your fingers grazing my elbows and gripping my shoulders
and acknowledge that you were the only who ever cared
and I could apply every cliche known to man and end it with four lines about how you'll never hold me again.
but it won't matter because no matter how hard I try,
you'll always just be a puff of smoke exhaled
rum loving a bouncing and swaying crush of bodies is pressing us towards the stagerum loving by ~unfamiliar-faces
as the mix drink of sunshine and Bacardi sends the thrill of summer through us
knocked unconscious by the still breezes and lack of air
black dress turns through the dusky light and red hair flows around unforgiving breezes
she is wailing and you have fallen
and none of this is to be forgotten.
Miserable 
| Reagan. Sixteen. I love books, sleeping, and theatre. "Loneliness is the human condition. Cultivate it. The way it tunnels into you allows your soul room to grow. Never expect to outgrow loneliness. Never hope to find people who will understand you, someone to fill that space. An intelligent, sensitive person is the exception, the very great exception. If you expect to find people who will understand you, you will grow murderous with disappointment. The best you’ll ever do is to understand yourself, know what it is that you want, and not let the cattle stand in your way." |
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