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Now every time I hear

A plane pass me by

I wonder if you are on your way

To another time

She drinks her coffee quickly, as if the world were about to end. As she writes, I watch her go through all of the stages of loss. Denial. Blame. Acceptance. She fights with herself as if the world weren’t full enough of violence, twisting in her seat, looking back into her cup. The cup is empty. She nibbles at her waffle; I can tell she is hungry. She does not eat. She twirls around her computer, writing words for herself only. Her left pinky finger taps to the beat of the music on the radio - vaguely. Absentmindedly. Many cups later, she remains alone: just her, and me. All else gone; it’s late, now. Still she does not see me. She sees only the girl in the computer - the ballerina maiden with the broken toes, the hideous monster, and her stolen woes.

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celesteapollon

“Pretending that you are okay with it is not moving on.

- Something I learned the hard way

I cry so much more than I used to, these days. I think it's a good thing. Like maybe I'm getting better.

-excerpt from my diary, June 28, 2021

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soulreserve

this ghost of you.

you softer than a cloud a dream, a whisper, spun inside my memory. I feel you I see you I hear you but who would believe me?

ashes4bones

who would believe me?

You look happy

the way you

fold the laundry

and hang it outside

the way you

run back home

because you forgot to lock the door -

and when you give her another dance

because she really wants one more -

I never did see a person

ever quite like you before.

It fits you well.

the absent look on your face

and the way you watch the stars.

I hope you paint the sky again -

a million times.

May you forget the lines of my face

if that should be the cost.

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This goes out to all of my victims of abuse - are you ever really proud of yourself for doing something that normal people would consider the bare minimum? Not bursting into tears when they hit you? Not believing them when they say lies?

Standing up to them, saying, this is all that I can take?

And then walk away.

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It’s like all these sleeping dreams of mine

flew from your cigarette hands

and into the cosmos;

Like the seeds I never planted

bloomed happily anyways -

hand on my heart.

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feral-ballad

I wish I wrote the way I thought; Obsessively, Incessantly, With maddening hunger. I’d write to the point of suffocation. I’d write myself into nervouse breakdowns, Manuscripts spiralling out like tentacles into abysmal nothing. And I’d write about you a lot more than I should.

Benedict Smith; “I Wish I Wrote the Way I Thought”

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We talk about you

jokingly

as if talking about our scars

could erase them

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