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You've got miles to go until you get to me.
You've got miles to go until you sink this low .
"I want you to hit rock bottom"
My pearly whites cracked on impact.
A little girl tugged on my dress and said "that boy doesnt love you"
I squinted up at the sky and said on a sigh "I believe you're right."
To my surprise she had tears painting her face.
"Don't give up. You dont care about something until you've lost it."
When my eyes refocused she was gone.
I sat down on a bench and on my left saw a sign that said
"Welcome to rock bottom. Rain's always falling, tears are always on the brink of our eyelids."""
Calm down.
I can't go back.
I'll just wait for you.
Every morning I shut my eyes and prayed
"Jesus Christ, take me home."
My lungs are deteriorating.
I stop breathing for longer periods at a time now.
I'm getting nervous.
I lay on the ground and let the rain sink into my clothes.
I was drenched and I stared at the steps that a person could only go down, never up.
My breath caught. You were taking them two at a time.
You looked worried as you ran towards me.
"Thank God you're finally here."
I dragged in my last breath and wanting you ceased.
(By the way, you just hit your milemark.)
I looked over an angel's shoulder to get a better view of the scene far below.
On the tips of my toes I still couldnt see a thing.
I took Heaven's backstairs and walked closer.
I'm so dry despite the rain pounding down on me.
I looked down blankly at the girl you were holding.
You ran your fingers through her hair and rocked her back and forth.
My heart broke in half when I realized the girl's face was the one I always saw
when I looked into the mirror.
The owner walked up and stated
"Let go. The wind is still making her hair dance, but the lights left her eyes."
He grabbed the lifeless hand and pulled my body away.
Your tears got washed out by the weather.
I tried to touch you, but I couldn't.
You looked right through me, not really focused on anything.
I stood there with you waiting for the rain to stop.
Waiting for something that wasn't possible.
You've got miles to go until you sink this low .
"I want you to hit rock bottom"
My pearly whites cracked on impact.
A little girl tugged on my dress and said "that boy doesnt love you"
I squinted up at the sky and said on a sigh "I believe you're right."
To my surprise she had tears painting her face.
"Don't give up. You dont care about something until you've lost it."
When my eyes refocused she was gone.
I sat down on a bench and on my left saw a sign that said
"Welcome to rock bottom. Rain's always falling, tears are always on the brink of our eyelids."""
Calm down.
I can't go back.
I'll just wait for you.
Every morning I shut my eyes and prayed
"Jesus Christ, take me home."
My lungs are deteriorating.
I stop breathing for longer periods at a time now.
I'm getting nervous.
I lay on the ground and let the rain sink into my clothes.
I was drenched and I stared at the steps that a person could only go down, never up.
My breath caught. You were taking them two at a time.
You looked worried as you ran towards me.
"Thank God you're finally here."
I dragged in my last breath and wanting you ceased.
(By the way, you just hit your milemark.)
I looked over an angel's shoulder to get a better view of the scene far below.
On the tips of my toes I still couldnt see a thing.
I took Heaven's backstairs and walked closer.
I'm so dry despite the rain pounding down on me.
I looked down blankly at the girl you were holding.
You ran your fingers through her hair and rocked her back and forth.
My heart broke in half when I realized the girl's face was the one I always saw
when I looked into the mirror.
The owner walked up and stated
"Let go. The wind is still making her hair dance, but the lights left her eyes."
He grabbed the lifeless hand and pulled my body away.
Your tears got washed out by the weather.
I tried to touch you, but I couldn't.
You looked right through me, not really focused on anything.
I stood there with you waiting for the rain to stop.
Waiting for something that wasn't possible.
Literature
we were warned
I have written this story two thousand and six times,
never perfect, only half-truths that make me want to
hide inside boat engines and hum.
There is a fish hook in my left eye,
trying to be a simile, but not quite as loud as the SOS
calls I have coming out,
all over.
I am not supposed to smoke cigarettes anymore,
or kiss you on the lips
on the street.
But hey, what the hell!
I do it anyway
because were always hungry at the same time
as each other. One hour apart. I think its a lighthouse signal
we both missed because weve been hanging from these cliffs
with cut feet for six weeks and I want to save you but
Literature
Trend
This year's trends are cyan filters
Out of focus yellow and blue
Kids with hand-chopped scissored hair
And ignoring me so I'll love you
This month's popularity is last month's freak
Black and white with colored stains
Anorexia, not bulimia
Self-injury, not self-hate
This year's trend is lacking talent
Working less by working bare
Full of kiss-ass, lying lovers
Attention starved for what's not there
Literature
it is as if you are here.
short words mean heartbeats
when you arent. and you are
bloodpressure, whether you like it
or not. next to red blood cells you backcrawl
through the trees, finding yourself
eating leaves near my coeur.
im not a sad girl
until you swim, until you cycle
over hills, under hells to get me closer.
i make myself think about anything but
airplanebridges, oceans,
the number fourteen,
parents and
priests
just incase you come back.
i fall in love with you again,
everytime i hear
you say button
or love
or sigh,
or pick up your bike and ride
60 miles west, to see new faces.
sometimes She is stutterfilled, sometimes
She is waterfal
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You're simply, the BEST writer I believe I've ever...um...seen. Er..heard. Read. Well, you're the best I've ...hmm. 'Experienced' so far. And I'm pretty sure you're going to stay the best.
As you can see, I'm not good with words (unlike you).
You're simply, the BEST writer I believe I've ever...um...seen. Er..heard. Read. Well, you're the best I've ...hmm. 'Experienced' so far. And I'm pretty sure you're going to stay the best.
As you can see, I'm not good with words (unlike you).