you always reminded me of that day when my kitchen smelt like anchovies, i hated it. i loathed that pungent smell that burned my silk lungs. you told me that you had that effect on people, and for once, i believed you. because you burnt my lungs too.
you said you had a fear of capital letters; you said that all they did was symbolize alienation and the world didn’t need that. i was broken enough without a capital letter to my name. i never understood that, well to be honest i never understood you. but now. well now i’m scared of them too.
your ribs were pretty, your bones were pretty, when your spine spindled out like jagged rocks through the pale cotton sheets. it was pretty. you were pretty, just enough to have pastel flesh like milk and twining crayon fingers.
stars. there were just so many stars, blanketed over the hollow dead grass with the soft whip of a salty wind and broken glass. you sat there for hours, picking them out of my hair as you hummed under your breath. “you just don’t sparkle like them,”
i cried until my tears scolded my cheeks. but you were right, you know. you are always right.
run, you’d screamed once. your feet were hitting the ground so hard that I worried for the earths crust, your eyes screamed azure fear and i watched you. i watched you turn to a speck of dust on my glasses before i breathed again, and the burn was gone. but then you were gone too.
i miss you now. just like the wooden oxygen that barely squeezes through my stapled esophagus, like the groans between blood and the click of dislocated limbs. like nails down a chalkboard, the ache of bones and stretched screams. and i just miss you.
you were just a pulse covered in skin, and words covered in lips.
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Seriously, I have missed your writing so much.
You are definitely amongst my favorites.
You should be amongst the names of Miss-Deathwish and even better.
Seriously, I love your writing.
&& I honestly mean it.
I wish more people could see how fucking amazing you are.
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that's as bad as secondhand suicide
You make me blush, so so so much, lmao.
Thank you! You're like.. ahh, I'm going to kidnap you and marry you, lmao.
Seriously. Thankyou so much.
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i've got those rolled back eyes, but nothing's clouding my vision.
you need it, some really needs to stuff your ego.
You are just way too brilliant.
annnnnd sweet, i've always wanted to be kidnapped and married. xD
My pleasureee.
^^
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that's as bad as secondhand suicide
oh.
something in me was set free.
you're just too good to be true.
I'm glad, I suppose.
Thankyou so damn much!
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i've got those rolled back eyes, but nothing's clouding my vision.
[link].
You truly are amazing, like ~crashcoursewomb said.
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And so it is, just like you said it would be.
Life goes easy on me
...most of the time.
thankyou!
And thankyou again.
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i've got those rolled back eyes, but nothing's clouding my vision.
I got interrupted mid browse, but I'll come back later.
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And so it is, just like you said it would be.
Life goes easy on me
...most of the time.
you're amazing.
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wishes bounce me weightless.
the infa-red scope of pointlessness.
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