March 2012
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I came home and found a piece of you in my backpack today
It was tucked inside a notebook
a piece of paper that I smoothed out
so that my fingers ran over your scrawl
I listened to what each of your letters said
and heard you in the sound of each space
I can see you in the way you write,
the way you move your hands to frame your thoughts,
the infliction of your voice
confident in its...
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“I wish we could spend July by the sea, browning ourselves and feeling...”
– Zelda Fitzgerald (via venula)
February 2012
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Could we silently fall in love
without ever saying
those three words
(what do they even mean anymore?)
Like before a kiss, whenÂ
after briefly brushing your bottom lip against my top one,
you’d pull back slightly and although not touching,
we’d be connected by the electricity
Could we silently hover some place
in between
and never whisper the name
for fear of breaking the...
