Not Actually Poetry

previous project: NA current project: "___" People in my Life (I Met) next project: ??? I don't know why I don't just call this prose

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rantings about a dumb blonde with ice blue eyes (1/?)

How can watching someone's hands glide across a page be so beautiful? How can watching someone's math homework be so fun to watch and create a feeling of pride? Just watching someone do the simplest things absolutely melts my heart and makes me want to stop her from her studies and kiss her, take her hands, and put them on my waist. 

Damn her left-handed cursive and how it's completely impossible. Her fingers are a bit too long for it to be even possible, and her concentration on her work is mesmerizing. Not one smudge, and the angle of her wrist is just impossible. The font is so small that 20 words can fit on a single line.  Her entire body is concentrated on this single paper, and her reward for a finished paragraph, in her eyes, is a few kisses.  I'd give anything to see what my name looks like in her beautiful font.

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Found this while very drunk oops. Edited one to fit my beloved current pronouns. It's been so long since I touched this blog. Maybe I'll cry in this fun space

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I'm scared

You are the world to me My light My everything If you ever go out I'll be blind and unable to get around When frustration turns to self blame, I get scared I imagine the worst when you're scared and alone and I cant be there to hold you together. I get scared and see flashes of your car in places cars don't belong I know you're stronger than that I know you never would But just the thought scares me Its a selfish thing to say, but I can't lose you The world can't lose you I have no clue what I can do to prove it And that's what scares me

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She was the third

I met a girl when I was six or seven.

We held a spinning contest underwater at a mutual friend's birthday.

We stayed in this pool until cake time.

She has beautiful red tinted blonde hair, and an even more beautiful smile

She taught me it's okay to not always want to go out

She taught me how to stay close with someone so different from myself

We tried to turn Donkey Kong into a live action game

We swear we saw a ghost in her brother's attic

We used to put water balloons in our shirts and act like we were grown up

Now we wish we were small again.

We still play with our dolls, even after we left high school

She taught me about video games and online friends

She taught me that even the shyest girl can turn into a loud and active person, as long as she's in the right company.

I love her.

She is my best friend.

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She was the second

I met a girl when I was three, but I don't quite remember that meeting

We grew up with matching coats and crooked smiles,

We dressed up and my mom would take our picture

I'd always wear the blue dress; she'd always wear the black

We had matching hats and heels 5 sizes too big

We can go months without talking, but still be close

She taught me magic exists, and all I need to do is look

She taught me how to accept different forms of life

She is my gateway into another world

She was the second to teach me

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The first of many

I met a python when I could barely talk in a place where intoxication was more important than a baby

He ate mice and rabbits and cats

He curled up next to me whenever I was tired, but never tried to eat me.

He wouldn't let anyone get near me except my mother when I was sleeping

He fought his other python friend when she got too close

He taught me appearances don't make a creature

He taught me stigmas and sterotypes weren't always true

He was the first to teach me.