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You held my mother's name—
the secrets I never knew
a few letters could hold—
& I know I've let you down.
The phone grew bat wings—
it's holed up in the attic
in between candy insulation
& a beam with a rope
where I've thought about
myself & innocence.
The crows have just returned—
one wing less &
screaming for a future
but I cannot make the call.
I've failed you in a deep way—
left a piece of soul
like clothing on your line
& I cannot face
the time zone between us.
The line grew barbed wire—
I'm too afraid of
the grief of stitches,
of seeing my dog as a ragdoll
& it's too late for both.
I've left you out with snow
& when I should be
holding your hand
a scrap of shrapnel is
in your palm—
you're holy & I cannot face
letting myself cry
for all the misery
I keep in my back pocket.
the secrets I never knew
a few letters could hold—
& I know I've let you down.
The phone grew bat wings—
it's holed up in the attic
in between candy insulation
& a beam with a rope
where I've thought about
myself & innocence.
The crows have just returned—
one wing less &
screaming for a future
but I cannot make the call.
I've failed you in a deep way—
left a piece of soul
like clothing on your line
& I cannot face
the time zone between us.
The line grew barbed wire—
I'm too afraid of
the grief of stitches,
of seeing my dog as a ragdoll
& it's too late for both.
I've left you out with snow
& when I should be
holding your hand
a scrap of shrapnel is
in your palm—
you're holy & I cannot face
letting myself cry
for all the misery
I keep in my back pocket.
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Fiction Within Reality
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The thing I do remember was the house itself. Up until that point in my short life, I had never been in a house that large and elaborately decorated. It was very old and had accumulated a wide variety of artwork and antiques in it's history. Appare
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My definition of Love
I forgot to tell you all my thoughts on love. Keep in mind that I'm 15, no wait, 16 now. So I don't know squat about it yet. But I still have a definition for love.
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Love is when a person is sad and you would like to trade places with them just so that they can feel hap
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You say you love me
You say you love to hear me ramble, yet you always cut me off.
You say you want a future with me, yet you see no future for yourself.
You say you love to make me smile, yet you always make me cry.
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Ouch! This one bit back.