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today:
our song comes on the radio. i do not cry.
yesterday:
i stare at you. you stare at me. we do not say anything and yet this is the most we have said to each other in four months. i should have known you would show up. i look you up and down. you watch me do this from across the room. you look better than you used to. more alive. more real. more awake. i make an attempt to smile at you. you smile back. i walk away.
two weeks ago:
you call me. i see your name come up. i have changed it from your name, to love of my life, to asshole. i answer. you are silent. i hear people talking in the background. i realize it was a pocket call. my heart drops. i hang up.
three months ago:
she asks me about you. asks me if i've seen you. i reply no. these are common questions for her. i am happy to be able to say something other than about talking to you again. it has been one month since we have spoken.
four months ago:
i sit in a cafe with you and tell you i can't do this anymore. i tell you i can't be friends, or a little more than friends, or somewhere in the middle. i tell you i can't be anything with you because anything would be too similar to the something that we were. you say goodbye. you wish me luck. i say the same. we hug goodbye.
five months ago:
we keep talking. the words you say make me fall in love with you even more. i think you are an asshole and yet i can not hate you.
six months ago:
you tell me it has to end. you say that you haven't found another girl, that it's nothing like that. you tell me this just isn't something you have time for.
eleven months ago:
you cook me dinner. you ask me if i would like to be with you. i say yes. you smile. i smile.
one year ago:
we meet at a party. you are not drinking. i have had enough to make me less shy, but not enough to make me sloppy. you ask me for my number. i give it to you, expecting nothing but wanting something. you are perfect from the outside in my tipsy haze. you hold my hand and i hope the night doesn't end.
our song comes on the radio. i do not cry.
yesterday:
i stare at you. you stare at me. we do not say anything and yet this is the most we have said to each other in four months. i should have known you would show up. i look you up and down. you watch me do this from across the room. you look better than you used to. more alive. more real. more awake. i make an attempt to smile at you. you smile back. i walk away.
two weeks ago:
you call me. i see your name come up. i have changed it from your name, to love of my life, to asshole. i answer. you are silent. i hear people talking in the background. i realize it was a pocket call. my heart drops. i hang up.
three months ago:
she asks me about you. asks me if i've seen you. i reply no. these are common questions for her. i am happy to be able to say something other than about talking to you again. it has been one month since we have spoken.
four months ago:
i sit in a cafe with you and tell you i can't do this anymore. i tell you i can't be friends, or a little more than friends, or somewhere in the middle. i tell you i can't be anything with you because anything would be too similar to the something that we were. you say goodbye. you wish me luck. i say the same. we hug goodbye.
five months ago:
we keep talking. the words you say make me fall in love with you even more. i think you are an asshole and yet i can not hate you.
six months ago:
you tell me it has to end. you say that you haven't found another girl, that it's nothing like that. you tell me this just isn't something you have time for.
eleven months ago:
you cook me dinner. you ask me if i would like to be with you. i say yes. you smile. i smile.
one year ago:
we meet at a party. you are not drinking. i have had enough to make me less shy, but not enough to make me sloppy. you ask me for my number. i give it to you, expecting nothing but wanting something. you are perfect from the outside in my tipsy haze. you hold my hand and i hope the night doesn't end.
Literature
A Year and a Half
I've got a place in your heart
a special one
and after all this time, I'm still here.
It's been a year and a half
since I have met you,
you've been in my heart forevermore.
I've wondered if you like me,
wonder if you like me
we be textin', talkin', laughin', playin'
flirtin' and teasin' each other from time to time.
You make me smile,
I make you smile.
Every single time we talk
and when you wave,
I smile and wave back to you.
Even after a year and a half,
I still like you, like I used to
I still like you.
Our paths keep intertwining,
is it fate? or coincidence?
You've got a place in my heart
a special one
and after all this time, you're
Literature
Do you remember I love sunflow
Do you rememer I love sunflowers?
Laying late in my bed
And waking up to your kisses
Do you remember I like staying up late
And thinking how it would be being in your arms
Feeling your skin under tips of my fingers
And smell of your hair when you come close
Even now I stand up alone
Imagining how it would be
How it would feel
Taste
And sound
I wonder does it echo
When I would feel it
Or maybe it just fades away
Is it intense
Or just plain painfull
Wonder is it warm
Or does it feel like a cold water
Is it sweet?
I want to wait
I want to sense
Finally and fully
Utterly and completely
Your regret
Literature
Virginal Year
It feels like poetry for a new beginning:
Running in slow motion,
Laying a fresh path in the
Tentative first snow of a virginal year.
Your hand shapes a safe home in which my
Shivering fingers nestle;
You sow a field of forgetting
Over the weary road behind.
Untouched and unafraid, this
Unfamiliar unconditionality, this
Darkness so vivid, this
Uncertainty so certain.
We build that which is
From that which we were.
In the sanctity of our year,
In the unwritten and pure,
You and I are as new in this moment
As ever we have been.
We are here.
We are now.
We are.
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i really dislike this. a lot. but i needed to post something other than william and amelia. they're taking over my writing and it's annoying.
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in the four months ago section, the two "goodbye"s sort of threw me off a little.
other than that, i really like it. i like how the almost lack of emotion makes it somehow more emotional.
other than that, i really like it. i like how the almost lack of emotion makes it somehow more emotional.