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there's so much i want to tell you, but fear gets in the way
feat that i'll hurt another, fear of what you'd say.
it's the sleepless nights, the lonesome longings, that make for a tougher day.
Still, you've waited for so long.
But I'm afraid to lose my heart of stone.
You give it life, you wash it white,
just by your presence in my mind.
If you held my hand, if you loved me, then,
i could surpass the metamorphosis of every butterfly.
feat that i'll hurt another, fear of what you'd say.
it's the sleepless nights, the lonesome longings, that make for a tougher day.
Still, you've waited for so long.
But I'm afraid to lose my heart of stone.
You give it life, you wash it white,
just by your presence in my mind.
If you held my hand, if you loved me, then,
i could surpass the metamorphosis of every butterfly.
Literature
Flowers and Rain
A city full of flowers. A city full of rain.
I watch over it through the gap in the crumbling brickwork. There's a little girl wandering in the street below. God knows how she got there. I can't see properly through the scope of my rifle, but it looks like she's crying.
When I see her face I remember something I haven't remembered for years. I was her age when the evacuations happened. At least they started as evacuations. The word implies that everyone was following a plan, but it was just mass panic within a few hours. Still, we call those days the evacuations, because that was the word they gave us. That's the word my parents used.
I re
Literature
how to become a writer
have parents that separate
when you’re in high school;
a father filled with unused anger
and a mother too busy to care.
pretend it doesn’t hurt.
let your friends treat you
like dirt;
after all,
everything is your fault.
listen to their problems with a fake smile
all the while crying out because
everything hurts and no one can see.
press a knife to your skin,
but be too cowardly to
draw your own blood.
fall in love with people
who could never notice you,
because you’re
just. not. good.
enough.
chew on the multicolored
strands of your hair.
(you can’t stop runni
Literature
Sundiver
i.
When I was six a phoenix
tried to drown me.
Underwater I grabbed for fire.
Like Icarus, I was reaching
towards the sun.
I hope he still has
bald spots. I hope he still
cradles searing scars.
He was death,
I was the bird.
ii.
My uncle knows plastic-
wrapped soaps as well
as he knows fine wines.
If he drinks enough,
he thinks it’s love-
carved names rubbing
the silver drain smooth. Diver: 28 days
sweating, ship black against
sea. Like it had been peeled
from amber tongues.
iii.
On my fifteenth birthday, the boy
with stars on his fists and Saturn’s
rings in his eyes told me I was pretty.
It was the first time
anyone had
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But you are strong. You can be strong. And you can make it through anything, even if somebody doesn't feel the same way about you, beautiful.