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I Am Small
It is Tuesday. Tuesday night at 10:24 to be exact. And already this week, I have taken my brother to the Emergency Room, I have listened to one student tell another he was not allowed to grieve the loss of a loved one, I have talked with heartbroken friends, I have left many unanswered text messages and calls for a friend I am worried about, and I have comforted the weary.
By Heather Martin8 years ago in Poets
Double Meaning
Her soul was made of things that would leave you breathless. She was bright, tender, her breath held the soft whisper of summer breezes, and her hands were running water. Her name tasted like a caramel coffee in your mouth, leaving traces of energy wherever it went. You could see galaxies in the world around her. Spinning, timeless, endless waves of passion coursed through her veins, giving her a drive that was unparalleled. There was one of her in this world, and once you met her you would never be able to forget her. But you would try. Dammit, you would try. You would try to forget the way she would turn and look at you over her shoulder, her smile visibly spreading from her lips to her eyes. You would fall asleep trying to drown out the sound of her laughter with music that just reminded you more of her. She brushed your jawline with the back of her hand once. Her head tilted as she looked you straight in the eyes and told you she loved you like she had never loved anyone. And it was true. She never loved the same way twice, never broke a heart because she wanted to, and never captivated slowly. She loved deeply and loyally, fiercely and fast.
By Kalie Pead8 years ago in Poets
