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While you flourished I waited too long to be me.

Samantha Jade

I hope we’re all out there finding out who we really are.

-Samantha Jade

I want to show you the world In the middle of the night. I want to open up the sky and pour down on you and dig into the Earth to show you life.

Samantha jade

I felt naked in the shower, today. Vulnerable.

While yesterday I felt a fire rising from the floor below me. Anxious.

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I wear band-aids like rings on my fingers, hoping they stitch up the hurt unseen. Just like they hide my wounds from thick, infected air.

I’d like to map out your breathing to make blueprints of your future.

With her head on my chest I watched my breathing rise and fall with her there, I wrote poems in my head.

She breathed me in like bees, collecting pollen from flowers.

I’d like to map out your breathing to make blueprints of your future.

Sometimes,

depression is convincing yourself that maybe you don’t need to be in the place you love most in order to be just okay.

and maybe that’s okay.

and my favorite moments with you are the ones between the seconds. In darkness, the sound of your laughter or your sleepy breaths.

In the morning when your arm wraps around me and the sun catches your eye filling it with a lightness that lets me know I will live another day.

I’m keeping lists in my head, documenting our days. The last time you laughed, the next time you’ll cry.

Something about being alive in the dead of night keeps my blood pumping through my veins, like cars joining the freeway.

I got high and read the “Missed Connections” section on Craigslist.

Conclusion: Creepy, yet weirdly beautiful

I’ve fallen in love with the sound of passing cars and the golden light passing through my shades.

I hope we're all out there finding out who we really are.