we float down sunlight streetsand let our hair get stuck
on our fingertips.
weeds whisper
coaxing us to the grass;
wrapping their way through our toes.
slick pebbles weigh down your pockets.
i braid sunshine into your hair,
you're glittering.
i sew sunshine onto your skin;
ribbons that glow warm.
the hum of the wind
catches on your breath.
butterfly, butterfly.
It just hit me, the actuality of how my life will be so different from now on.
We had to say our goodbyes this morning.
He’s off to Kansas right now and I just became a mess.
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She was wildly childlike
and eerily beautiful
sitting on her pile of lies
like a cactus
she had grown accustomed to.
Occasionally,
she would pull out tickets
from underneath her skirt
flaunt them like lace panties
and seek her reflection in the cracked mirror
re-marking the mole
just…
It is 4:30 am and I have to work a double tomorrow. I have not slept good in three days. I’m getting mad. I don’t know what my deal is. Honestly, I think it has something to do with the fact that I’m adjusting to him not being here with me anymore. I hate saying that because I sound childish but it’s so true.
He even told me tonight that he LOVES holding me because I fit perfectly in his arms and he LOVES waking up next to me.
I’m literally not tired at all but I can feel my body getting exhausted, if that makes sense.
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But then you learn it’s not love that’s hard…it’s life.
It’s not hard to love you at all.
