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The end of the beginning
I thought
This would be it.
Five and a half days would pass
Like lightning -
And you'd be gone,
And so would everyone else,
And we'd readjust,
Refocus again,
And I'd be back
To square one.
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And then
"I think I love you."
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Storm
I love this feeling.
The wind on my face,
The fire under my skin
Doused by the rain.
The ominous clouds overhead.
My natural state it what the storm is,
Right now.
It's just how I've always been.
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I don't
I don't
Open at your words
Your touch
I don't
Listen to
Anyone anymore.
I am completely in my head.
I know we don't have time for this mess.
I do it anyway.
I don't
Pay attention.
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"I don't care"
"I don't care," I say.
Don't care.
Don't.
Do not.
Don't want to.
Can't.
Scared to.
You look at me.
Ask, "What about your friends?"
Yes, what about them, self?
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I was
I was...what was I?
I was happy.
I was free.
I had such a rush of a year
That I forgot...everything else.
Full steam ahead
Days blurring
Like a train.
Plowing through.
I warned myself.
Loves
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Dandelion Fluff
Sam and Willa lay on their backs in the overgrown grass of his yard, her describing the shape of the clouds for him to paint as a picture in his head.
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Sentimentality
Sentimentality
all the time
wishing to be younger
to be somewhere else.
I wish that I was in fourth grade again
and everyone was friends
and everyone was happy and content
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Everything
I want to write about everything
the steady rain
the misery
the end of school
the upcoming event
the natural world
the current political universe of doom
but I can't phrase it
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Enough
Constantly
all the time
I feel like crying
I've just had enough
enough of the girls accidentally hitting us with balls in P.E. class without them apologizing
enough of depressing experiences and losses;
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Thoughts
I lie awake in bed
With my thoughts -
No AC and it's hot and humid.
I open a window.
It doesn't help.
I can feel the ghost of you in my every movement.
The blankets you snuggled into,
Just last night.
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A pawprint in clay
All I have,
For everything.
A pawprint
In clay.
That's it.
Thousands of trinkets, toys, stuffies.
Folder upon folder of random junk.
Papers and pencils and packs of gum