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I swear, you don't affect me.I think you must have stolen something from me the day you walked out on us because I haven't been able to feel like a child since. And sometimes if I focus hard enough, I can see its outline stapled to the tops of your shoulders. It must get real heavy, so you try and get rid of it by masking it with expensive gifts and late curfews, but sometimes you slip up. And I know that you convince yourself that it's not you who is a monster, but the alcohol that's poisoning your veins and rushing to your head again.I swear, you don't affect me.
It may be numbing to you, but the simple complexity of alcohol can't keep my shins and ribs from screaming.
&n
by ~smilebig94
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at night we tread softly towards the river where we undress. everything is slow motion in the silver light of one million diamonds that glow overhead, and our bodies are feathered dove’s wings. we float together into the grass that stands tall thick like a forest, and lay with our backs to the sky, our arms and legs entangled. the sounds of night echo in our hearts, smooth but sharp. continuous but broken. birds and crickets and other wild things. we can close our eyes, encompassed in dark, and still see each other’s face. smiling and sighing.
by *Zaratops
this probably isn't about youthis probably is about how the sun was on the opposite side of the sky when i woke up this morning. and how my name looks wrong every time i write it until it's gotten to the point that i'm not even sure how to spell it. it's about how everything has been flying out of my control so that i can't remember how to walk without making a sound. or how to hold on to the edges when my vision gets too blurry. this is almost certainly about how you live one and three fourth miles to the north of me, but i forgot and slept facing the south last night so now i just feel like i turned my back on you.this probably isn't about you
but really, this isn't about you.
by ~paperheartsyndrome
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- Current Residence: the woods
- Favourite movie: into the wild
- Favourite genre of music: indie
- Favourite poet or writer: Conor Oberst
- Favourite photographer: Annie Leibovitz
- Tools of the Trade: guitar - sometimes camera and pen and paper if i try hard enough
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