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look, she's crying over him.five years ago--
we were all elbows and sheltered self-esteems. we weren’t noticing each other except for bumping knees and walking into each other when walking around corners. we were nameless faces in the middle of the dance floor and hesitant hands touching. i was teaching you how to move gawky feet and a stiff spine, you were hitched-laughter fogging over my ear. we were wide eyes and gangly legs and fast music. we were bubble-gum-breath and coca-cola-fingers, breaking apart like nervous colts at the end of the song.

and all the parents said: ‘look, how sweet, she’s his first dance.’

two years ago--
we were all che

stolen lips still cry thief.dear you,

i’d like you to know what it feels like to have my words stripped away:

its like i’m standing in the middle of the street and you’ve peeled off my skin and it’s pouring rain and i’m steaming but i’m still not warm. it’s like you’ve cut my legs off at the knees and i’m hobbled and lurching haphazardly after you but i can’t catch you because you now have your limbs and mine. it feels a little like that.

and it’s like having my soul put on display for everyone to see and having you step all over it. it’s like you’re rubbing your toe down and cracking the spine of my dr

if i'm not living with youmy eyelashes are tied into knots and my lips are stapled together. i’m laying in the middle of the floor and i’m realizing that my hips are disintegrating from lack of use. my knees are knocking together and melting, my shoulder blades are flying towards one another but never touching. and my throat is simply rusting over from all the sea air i’ve been gulping trying to keep my lungs from suicide jumping.

{i cannot live without you, my body can’t stand the abuse of neglect}

my eyes are turning to salt and dissolving down my cheeks, burning the cracks in my chapped lips, leaving white traces along my jaw. my hair is snarl

it's not what you think.this is just a bruise, don’t you understand? i drank too many diet cokes too quickly, i stood up when i should have been lying down, i stared at the sun for too long. i ran too long with my lungs begging to collapse, i fell down the stairs and swallowed my kidney. i just tripped. it was just a mistake. it’s not what you think it is.

and this, this is just heart burn, don’t worry yourself over it. i swallowed too many peppers without a glass of milk to coat my throat, i let the knife slip when i was cutting up the apple. i bit my tongue when i was running to catch the bus, i stayed under the bathwater too long until i was blue-

paper bridges_cdear jamie,  
i’m looking out my window and watching the world come down in icy slivers and it’s making me think of that time when we ran down the road with nothing on but our swimsuits and laughter. we used to share everything. our clothes, our make-up, our books, our stories, our weaknesses, our time. now we just share memories and folded paper. but don’t worry, four years and we’ll be back on the same street and these letters will bridge the gap that distance tried to carve. we’re stronger than that.   

oh, i almost forgot to tell you! this morning i saw a guy that looked just like that ac

can't you hear me?xx.

you are beautiful even if you can’t see it. you are flesh pulled-tight over needles-and-thread ribs and eyes fogged over with your latest drug. you are a drunk tongue and a loose smile, butterfly fingers thrumming on your thigh because you’re too medicated for them to not be doing something. you are waterlogged from drowning in your insecurities for so long, moth-eaten from rotting in the back of the closet of your addictions.

but you are beautiful. because under the fog you are flickering like a single firefly. because you’re just trying to hide his acidic criticism under your translucent skin. and i know you can open ch

when i say it isn't personal.and if it’s cold in the middle of the night, you can trust me to burn the building down.

if the walls are too tall and the secrets too thick. if you can’t breathe past the black souls twisted around ash-lungs then follow me. trust me to start a riot. because we are more than they can handle, because we are smoldering indecently, we are young and heroic and flawed and angry. because we are bleeding hands tearing down doors, we are throwing fists against impassive chests.

we are feeling too much while they aren’t feeling enough.
and you better believe me: we’re going to revolt.

and if they try to stop us, we will hurdle

i'm being all wrong.i am selfish, cowardly and impatient.
but, i hope you know:

i am selfish because i’m scared to let your heart out of my sight. i’m chasing after it with butterfly-tail-rope, running down luckless hills and through glades of greedy fingers all too happy to destroy what i hold most dear. i am trying to lure you into my vault-heart, pouring champagne and tempting you to relax awhile.

so stay with me, love, don’t let tongue and teeth and gilded words pollute your innocence.

and i am cowardly because i’m running a race i can’t win. you’re chasing your death with the zeal of youth and ignorance and you’re ign

i know i'm reckless.i know it’s not easy loving a tumbleweed of a woman.
[but you’re still hot on my trail when the rebel stars shine.]
i know your fingers sting from snagging them on wild-rose-thorns.
[but you’re still holding my hand and ignoring the trickling blood.]
i know it bruises when you get tangled in barbed-wire-smiles.
[but you’re still kissing my lips and calling me beautiful.]
i know you get tired chasing my vagabond-heart.
[but you aren’t trying to hobble my nomad-feet.]
i know you blame yourself when i crackle and explode.
[but you aren’t letting me see you cry when you piece me back together.]
and i know

then again, maybe.maybe i am the reason this bed is emptyemptyempty but for one.

maybe i am the explanation for the way the tires are peeling out or the way you’ve already changed your voicemail to ‘me’ instead of ‘we.’ maybe i am the excuse for the way our love has a white flag and is curled in the corner, calling mercymercymercy.

maybe i am the poison-tongue and killing-hands that you tell me i am, maybe you deserve someone who doesn’t unravel like yarn in the afternoon, click their tongue against their mouth and expect you to help gather the pieces and put them back together in the evening.

maybe i am toomuchtoomuchtoomuch f

this one's for you.because you are keeping my legs from folding.

because when i am tired, i am leaning on you, when i am sad, i am crawling into your comfort. because you are hooking my lips and pulling them into a smile, building a fire in the belly of my soul and warming me from the inside out.

because when i am lost, you are pointing in the right direction, when i am shaking, you’re holding my hand and whispering it will be alright.

and because when i’m incoherent you’re closing your eyes and saying my rambling sounds a little like a creek. because when i’m jumping from thought to thought without leaving a trail, you’re laughing a

pretty words, dead flowers_ci want a boy that makes me weak in the elbows.

i want him to drive a red camaro and put pens behind his ear because he’s scared he’ll think of something he needs to say when there’s no one around. i want him to never hesitate to hug me from behind or throw me over his shoulder and spin me until i swallow my spine. i want him to mess up my hair and pinch my cheek and then kiss me until my teeth are shaking and my nerves are smoking. i don’t know where he is yet, but i know i’ll find him.

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well, i won't make you weak in the elbows, but i can make you weak in your ribcage; i can tame the struggling butterflies and te

we're chasing sounds_cdear derek,

you are beautiful in the way of parked cars with frosted windows and statues with moss trailing up the leg. you are fascinating but unattainable, with blank-shot eyes and lips that are made to smile but never do. like having a monet turned towards the wall. i think if you’d let me i could tug those lips up in the corner, i could warm you from the inside out, i could chip away the ice and turn you belly-side up in the sunlight. i think about it when you’re rubbing your hard-angled cheeks or staring at the clock like it means something more than the warm-flesh bodies around you. i don’t expect you to let me, but i

let's run away.let’s get out of town. let’s steal the neighbors truck and drive it into the ocean. let’s melt along desert highways and freeze on mountain ranges. let’s fill our lungs with saltwater and wring out our hearts in sundried wind.

trust me, my bags are already packed. i need to sit in the passenger seat with my feet hanging out the window. i need to hold your hand and let the distance fade our problems like a school-yard-eraser. because in that truck cab, there can’t be anything but us. there won’t be room for our insecurities or mistakes or flaws or regrets. there will just be us.

and that’ll be enough. we

i'll come home.dear holly,

the plane is rolling away and i can still see you waving. you are so beautiful, do you know that? your hair is fluttering at the temples and i can see you’re crying, but don’t worry, baby, i’ll be home soon. i know how this looks, the way the door shutting me off is so final, but it’ll open again and you’ll be running down the airport terminal and i’ll be there to catch you.

count the days until i come home, i’ll be counting them with you.

love,
me

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dear charlie,

i’m home and the house is empty without you. it feels like the walls are exhaling in regret and it’s a bitter feeling

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can't wait forever.

by =corina90, Sep 21, 2009, 5:51:30 PM
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because, boy, you know i’m looking for you, but i’m not sure i’ll ever find you.

i’m spending my days watching the different eyes that go by but they all have the wrong angle or the wrong shape or they’re a little too gray instead of the blue that i know you’ll have. there are too many creases where they’ve frowned too many times and are a touch too red from too much alcohol when i know you’ll have at least some idea of moderation. they’re all wrong because they’re not yours.

and i’m spending my nights listening to the different laughs riding the airwaves but they’re all the wrong pitch or on the wrong frequency or they’re a little too hoarse when i know you’ll be all smoke. they’re a little too strained because they don’t find life funny at all and they’re a little too loud to cover the cheap tongue wagging behind them when i know you’re nothing but genuine. they’re making my ears bleed listening to their imitations.

and boy, can’t you see i’m getting tired of flipping through all of copies? i’m waiting to hear you playing your guitar on a rooftop or drinking a whiskey-and-coke in the fog or buying a newspaper and sticking it in your back pocket for later. i’m trying to sniff you out, hunt you down, be patient and wait for you to take the bait.

but, oh, boy, can’t you see? i’m anything but patient.
i’m getting tired of waiting.

can't wait forever.by =corina90

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_{{"get me out of this place
'cause I'm stuck in a rut and I can't stomach the taste
my lungs are filling up with dust
I feel bruised and broken with no one left to trust"
--city and colour

all these boys are making me lose some faith in the gender.}

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~Th3Chos3nOn3 Jun 7, 2011 Hobbyist Writer

_{Exactly what I'm waiting for...a boy like you described. And it does seem like forever till I find him. Beautiful.}

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Mood: Hopeless

~girlink May 5, 2011 Student General Artist

I love it, especially:

" you know i’m looking for you, but i’m not sure i’ll ever find you...

they’re all wrong because they’re not yours....

i’m spending my nights listening to the different laughs...

they’re making my ears bleed listening to their imitations...

and boy, can’t you see i’m getting tired of flipping through all of copies?...

i’m trying to sniff you out, hunt you down, be patient and wait for you to take the bait.

but, oh, boy, can’t you see? i’m anything but patient.
i’m getting tired of waiting.

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=corina90 May 8, 2011

you are really sweet - thank you so much

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~MekaMouse Jun 11, 2010 Student Writer

Oh patience.
A virtue I doubt any human really has. XD

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~19EarthtoBella83 Dec 19, 2009

Love it! I'm having one of my better days so I'll say I had one like him. Had. He got away.

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=corina90 Dec 20, 2009

aw, thank you! :]
and you'll find better.

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~19EarthtoBella83 Dec 21, 2009

Awww..ㅋㅋㅋ Nice nice of you. Love your writing. I'm echoing what someone else has already said, can I just fav your entire gallery? ^____^

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~peridot-magelette Dec 6, 2009

can i just fave your entire gallery? this is just how i feel.

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=corina90 Dec 6, 2009

i seriously want to learn more languages to learn how to say thank you more fully.

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~peridot-magelette Dec 7, 2009

lol try googling a translator

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