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your love keeps me from falling apart, piece by piece. i'd break without you.

a wise person once told me, never fall for boys with pretty eyes and a grin that fills your stomach with butterflies. i never was good at listening. i told them about you. i told them about your laugh, and the way it makes my heart jump. i told them about your words, how they turn my day around, how they make me afraid to lose you. they told me to be careful. there's a lot that i have left to learn, and i hope that that involves you, and the things you like, and the way you think. i never was good at listening.

you are the closest to heaven that i imagine i'll get, because an angel on earth let me cry on her shoulder today and her name sounded similar to yours. her dark-as-night hair, and freckles like the stars reminded me of the way you laugh when i'm mean to you, and how you believe in love because you're stronger than i am. her thoughtful eyes made me think of that way that you know what i'm thinking before i say it, and how you accept that i'm imperfect, unhappy, and filled with this urge to annihilate myself from the inside out. you call it self-destructive, i call it being living. you pray before going to sleep, and i sob. we ha

you are my favorite page in my favorite book, the first time i read you i tore you out and folded you as nicely as i could so i could keep you in my pocket forever and always, i know every copy has the same page, but none of them are the same to me, you've been with me for what seems like my whole life. my whole life seems empty before you. if i set the world on fire your papery existence would remain, the sole living thing, in a desolate wasteland you'd be not only the sun, but the clouds and the rain that makes me feel better about myself and makes life not so hard for me. i carry a notebook full of metaphors i use for you, my anchor, my

my brother used to tell me to hold my breath until i could hear the ocean in my head. and i did, it was a soft roar of sky fighting sea. eventually when my eyes rolled back like waves, he would make me breathe so i didn't drown. he was always there to tell me to breathe out but now he is gone and i am forgetting how to. we were very young when our father died (fell from a cliff photographing the moon) and our mother started dating the milkman. he was gangly man with white hair but otherwise very handsome. we didn't mind him at all. he made our mother smile and brought warm milk every night. but we missed our father and his stories about sta

i swore i'd never spend for ever in one place, i said i'd never be tied down, but now i'm begging for you to never let me leave. - i'll spend forever in your arms, it's the only home i know. - i used to live like i had no place to go, now i carry maps in my back pocket. i used to run with my hands out waiting to catch whatever opportunity i had, now my hands are by my side, and only one is paying attention to the choices at hand and the other is tangled in you. - i'll spend forever in you arms, your arms feel like the home i've never known. - and now i use words i've never said before, and i mean them i'm ho

if someday i'm choking i wouldn't wish you to save me, i'd rather not trouble you. - and if i'm choosing where i've been compared with where i'm going i'd pick the latter, on the one condition that i spend that time in solitude. - i've spent my life surrounded, being suffocated by everyone and everything, yet i've never felt more alone than i do today, for today means i'm one step deeper, but i'm also one step closer to getting out.

i'll spend next year as a ghost if it'll help me learn to cope with this misery. - because ghosts don't have quite the same spectrum of troubles that i do. - you see ghosts lack such humanly troubles as loneliness or suffocation, because while they are opposites they both go hand in hand. and ghosts don't really have hands to hold. - i'd spend this year as a ghost if you'd let me, all i want is for you to let me go.