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I want to absorb your tears with my chest,
Taste the saltiness with my heart,
Leaving it to dry where it is,
And feel the warmth of you in my arms.
I took off my shirt for you to blow your nose,
So I can hear you breathe out in relief.
And it comes in such small warm gasps,
That I wish to collect them all just to keep you from the cold.
And tomorrow we are going to wake up and just be friends again.
There will be no more tears or warmth of unshed love.
So I feel I should be the one crying now,
Because I could not have loved you more.
Taste the saltiness with my heart,
Leaving it to dry where it is,
And feel the warmth of you in my arms.
I took off my shirt for you to blow your nose,
So I can hear you breathe out in relief.
And it comes in such small warm gasps,
That I wish to collect them all just to keep you from the cold.
And tomorrow we are going to wake up and just be friends again.
There will be no more tears or warmth of unshed love.
So I feel I should be the one crying now,
Because I could not have loved you more.
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your tears don't save a soul.
[it took him 129 days to finally stop breathing without you there.]
on day 32, he bought flowers and slid them into a thin vase
on the windowsill. a petal fell off and floated to a silent rest
on the water's surface, and a single ripple weakly faded away.
he threw the flowers out that night.
on day 58, he woke from a nightmare, clawed at the pillow
your picture was on, and his fingernail snagged on the paper.
he gazed wantonly for a minute at the ragged shreds, then
promptly turned on his side and shut his eyes.
the torn-up paper drifted off into the cracks between the floors.
on day 99, he thought you came back, and he cried out
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my first kiss.
"wait, wait, wait. how does this go again?"
i watched you. you were perched near the window, staring longingly out the window, like a bird, trapped in it's cage, wanting to spread it's wings and fly. soar into the wind and rain and lose yourself. you looked so... peaceful. i almost didn't want to disturb you, but i needed this.
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Bittersweet
"Darling, what makes you love me?" The question is so simply stated, in her purple velvet voice, as she reclines in his strong arms, and lets the bittersweet smoke caress their limbs, pulling them closer together.
His long inhale, as the toxins coat the soft tissue of his black lungs, is audible, as he mulls over the question before answering.
"I love how you can make insanity look beautiful." He states, recreating the day he came home, in his mind. The day he found her telling stories to the static on the television. The day he started to question if his joking label of "crazy" may possibly ring true.
"I love how I can tell when you're ha
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Yes. Always on the short end of it.