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And every cliche was right. I endured pain that felt like shards of glass stabbing through my skin for weeks, months, every moment that came.
By LeAnn Rose6 years ago in Poets
I once loved a girl who believed giving your all meant losing it all. I think what she was trying to say is, Don't give your all to people who aren't willing to give theirs.
You were never a disaster; A rush of indescribable neurons firing in my brain like a thunderstorm, Or a volcanic eruption to quell the towns that harboured my islands.
And when I say forever I mean, When all ends here, I will make sure to find you in the next lifetime, And the one after that.
In spring I thank the birds that fly past, I gaze at the planes from above, wondering if the cluster of heads within it are in search of their bodies too,
I trace the outlines of my heart and attempt to make it rhyme. I place them on paper and scribble aimless lines. They draw out your legs, your hands, and how you pretend not to care.
