who's eyes are full of fluorescent sunlight and who's skin is the
color of sand. she fakes the romance, and fakes the glow, and fakes her
beauty. black eye shadow. diamond jewelry. menthol smoke soaking through
her hair. if eye lashes were planks, i've dived off hers a million
times. if bitter could be an ocean, i've drowned away years in the
many she drips out. she holds me under, she rips me up, and she takes
swallows through my heart. filtering red into the salt water, and if
intentions could be sharks then she's sent many vicious my way. bait.
if i could manage to speak my feelings, slip them into a keepsake box
and walk them to her door, i'd trip over my own voice and forget how
to translate again. i'd forget how not to love her. i'd forget
because i'd remember and i'd remember i never want to forget.
she's beautiful and crackling and she doesn't know how to love,
she's aging like wine but dripping away onto a dirty floor, she's
smiling but she's thinking and she's not thinking about me. if a
smiling face could ever seem like a black sail in the distance, then
i've seen danger from miles away.
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I had no idea you still wrote on your blogger, I was randomly on it because seemed weird to me you had updated it about 6 days ago, and I read that short story, i like completely feel in love with it.it almost sounds like your falling in love and you just don't know how to tell her about your feelings. Becareful I love yah
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