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Her eyes were brown and he liked brown more than green or blue because brown eyes were always so underappreciated. She thought they were ugly and boring and that he was crazy for liking them so much and maybe he was but her eyes didn't have to be vibrant or the color of the high tide; he only cared that they looked at him the same way he looked at her.
She had piercings and a tattoo and his parents never would have approved of her but him and his parents never really were on the same page anyways. She was the only person who could ever cheer him up and if you knew him, you would know that making him smile was an accomplishment in itself. She turned his life upside down but he grew to love the view.
She left him when he finally learned how to love her but she no longer thought his words were pretty and thought his metaphors were just a way to try and cover up all of his insecurities. Maybe they were but they're all he has ever had and he wasn't willing to give them up as easily as she gave him up. Sometimes you can catch him around town sharing his story by spilling his metaphors on the sidewalks and flooding the wishing wells with all the endings he wrote that never came true. All he ever wanted was for someone to listen to what he had to say. And even though his words were more beautiful than he would ever be, he still hoped that one day they would be reason enough for someone to stay.
She had piercings and a tattoo and his parents never would have approved of her but him and his parents never really were on the same page anyways. She was the only person who could ever cheer him up and if you knew him, you would know that making him smile was an accomplishment in itself. She turned his life upside down but he grew to love the view.
She left him when he finally learned how to love her but she no longer thought his words were pretty and thought his metaphors were just a way to try and cover up all of his insecurities. Maybe they were but they're all he has ever had and he wasn't willing to give them up as easily as she gave him up. Sometimes you can catch him around town sharing his story by spilling his metaphors on the sidewalks and flooding the wishing wells with all the endings he wrote that never came true. All he ever wanted was for someone to listen to what he had to say. And even though his words were more beautiful than he would ever be, he still hoped that one day they would be reason enough for someone to stay.
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i'd do anything to be with you
i cannot eat my cereal because my tears, too thick,
are ruining the flavour... with a "u", because all i want is...
you are perfect for me. okay ? motherfucking perfect.
my missing piece, my truelove, the one i'd do anything
for. now i am listening to all the songs that make me
think of you, just trying to hold on. i know you think
that i deserve better, but no... i don't even deserve you.
i don't deserve your heart. but here, take mine anyway.
if i can't have you, i don't want anyone. i would feel like
i were cheating.
please don't tell me it's not my fault.
i don't want to sounds obsessed, but
i would rather have no life th
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Four years.
I was nine when they left me, when my best friend became my father, when the cancer got bad and I had to learn how to cook and clean and tuck myself into bed at night.
I was nine when my mother quit her job, and began spending every hour she had in the hospital, when my father began breaking promises and changing rules and getting lost on the highway because the hospital was the only place he knew.
I was nine when I understood what it meant to grow up too quickly, when they pulled me out of my classroom to tell me she was dying, when I realized that losing my sister would end more lives than one.
I was thirteen when they decided they could
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I am the night-guiding constellation
Fixing myself in your sky of lost dreams
(Aligning the soft stars so we can meet).
I am the sanguinely zealous pilgrim
Traveling far to dedicate my heart
To everything that makes you who you are.
I am the dam built to hold your waters,
Keeping the proud flood-gates closed 'til your eyes
Are ready to free all the fears inside.
I am the extinct passionate poet
Expressing my soul's keen intent to you
With wise words that heal 'cause of love so true.
I am the unbreakable general
Standing so still and strong on the front-lines;
I'll defend your heart 'til the end of time.
Daniel Haigh
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day 17 of writing something every day. day 17 wasnt very good to me. this is prolly the worst one yet but at least i wrote something. its not terrible either i dont think. and i wont let you guess this time. ill come out and tell you this one is extremely true. i hide behind my metaphors and the girl described is someone i used to date.
my insomnia is getting worse. im losing grasp of what's real and whats not.
these words are my heart. and im learning to love them.
my insomnia is getting worse. im losing grasp of what's real and whats not.
these words are my heart. and im learning to love them.
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this is hauntingly beautiful.