On Making Mistakes
Fall in love. First date at his place went great. Regret nothing. Love every second of being together. Cuddle up close, legs wrapped up around each other, the touch of our skin leaving gentle kisses where our lips haven’t been. Regret nothing.
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When He Left
Because you are the sky’s first song
Because you are what poured from my wounds like raindrops
Because you are what my lacrimal glands want back
Because you are all the things I hated
Because you are all the things I loved
Because you are the reason why I’m not breathing right
Because you are the reason why I’m not sleeping right
Because you are why I’m drowning
Because you are a puddle
Because you didn’t love me back
Because you never stayed long enough to love me back
Because you broke me
Because you didn’t need me
Because you are happy.
Because I don’t need you.
Because I am happy.
1. The sky at 6pm. Sometimes, when the sky is clear, the sky is blue. The sky is blue. With a little bit of orange. I always found it fascinating how the universe tends to put two colours on opposite ends of the spectrum together.
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She’s beautiful. She had always been beautiful. I wonder if she knew that.
I met a girl when I was 14, she had glass for eyes and a post-it smile. Every day I sat across from her in the canteen and watch her stomach turn over and over as her friends surrounded her with rejected love and support.
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