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He doesn't know her very well. He really doesn't.
But he wants her. He wants her like –
-like, for example, he stayed online until one in the morning, until he saw the little green bubble next to her name, telling him she's there, and he lets out a breath he didn't know he was holding.
She makes him laugh.
He makes her blush, and loves when she does it, how she hides her face in her hair, and dimples crease her cheeks.
She says things he doesn't even have to ask her to say, because she just knows. She knows he's as insecure as everyone else is, but the thing is, she doesn't mind.
He knows her heart is glass, and he doesn't want to hurt her, he really doesn't, but when there's an ocean and miles and miles and miles, it's inevitable.
He knows there's more than one way to break someone's heart. And she knows this, too, but at least he won't have to be around to see it happen.
But he wants her like sleep. He hasn't slept like this in so long.
She makes him sleep and sleep and stay.
But he wants her. He wants her like –
-like, for example, he stayed online until one in the morning, until he saw the little green bubble next to her name, telling him she's there, and he lets out a breath he didn't know he was holding.
She makes him laugh.
He makes her blush, and loves when she does it, how she hides her face in her hair, and dimples crease her cheeks.
She says things he doesn't even have to ask her to say, because she just knows. She knows he's as insecure as everyone else is, but the thing is, she doesn't mind.
He knows her heart is glass, and he doesn't want to hurt her, he really doesn't, but when there's an ocean and miles and miles and miles, it's inevitable.
He knows there's more than one way to break someone's heart. And she knows this, too, but at least he won't have to be around to see it happen.
But he wants her like sleep. He hasn't slept like this in so long.
She makes him sleep and sleep and stay.
Literature
first.
the fairytales and lovesongs
are lies.
because i do not want
to fall in love with you
like i am falling in love
for the first time.
i want your hand
to fit with mine
like they were
moulded
for each other
at the dawn
of time,
like we've been making
footprints side-by-side
through the darkness
together
long before we learned
to shine,
like we were born
from the same
oceans
and i have been looking
to fall in love
with exactly you
every day
since i coughed the seawater
from my lungs
and began
to breathe.
Literature
let's pretend this never happened
because honestly,
i don't know you and this was
just a big mistake, she says
very softly.
the morning sun peeks in
through the curtain as she pulls
on yesterday's shirt and i catch
my last glimpse of her thin
shoulder blades, protruding like
wings about to burst out of their
seams. she won't look at me.
the floor creaks with her weight
as she gathers her things. i've
already forgotten her eyes, wide
with wonder, and her lips, her
slender jawbone. i wish she
would turn around. i try to speak,
but words don't come.
her bare feet pad across the
room and she pauses in the doorway,
head turned to the side, as if listening,
perhaps to my h
Literature
We don't know how to dream.
i. There is glass in my bones, I say and she nods. She is listening but not really. She is mixing up words and thoughts and trying to decide what to say next to keep me from falling deeper. She is afraid, I can tell. There are different kinds of fear, you know, different flavors. Mine is a slow fear, a soft and creeping fear that strokes the back of your mind and makes you cry in libraries, on car rides, in the gloaming time after sex. It's a fear that makes you say things you don't mean to the people you love because you need someone to know that there's a stranger in your head and you don't know what to do. I don't know what to do. Her eye
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Gorgeous.
Absolutely gorgeous.
It's the raw, beautiful truth, the heart-stopping, eye-widening truth, the heart's truth that the world really needs. Nothing beats that kind of truth.
Bravo
