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[15 Feb 2008|10:18pm] |
i have a small hand, which is why yours fits so comfortably in mine.
you can make me laugh, and i can make you smile. we can talk when no one else is there.
we make up stories, we plan out our siblings' marriages 5 or 10 years from now.
we paint castles in the sky and then tear them down when we decide a cabin on a mountain would be better.
you and i fit so well together.
she excuses herself from the table to go to the bathroom.
everyone just stares - her secrets out.
and no one will let her forget it.
you don't have to end up with people who self destruct.
go find a lover who will never leave
fear of abandonment, self hate, and discontent
will go away when you let yourself grieve and forget about me
i'm not coming back, forgive me. i've done something so terrible.
i'm terrified to speak. i'm not calling. but you'd expect that from me.
i'm mixed up, i'll be blunt, now the rain is just
washing you out of my hair and out of my mind.
keeping an eye on the world, from so many thousands of feet off the ground,
i'm over you now. i'm at home in the clouds, and towering over your head.
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