Darling

You make me laugh. Wait. No.
Made. 
That's what past tense is: "is to was to I can't remember anymore".
Now you're just a shadow, splitting through my room in the morning, a contrast. 
Or maybe you're a moonbeam, slicing through my memory, planting flowers wherever there is pain. 
And hey.
It hurts that you're gone. Really
hurts.
Because all I can remember is the way you scowled at me when I accidentaly hurt you and I swear it was an accident
but you didn't care, you said I wasn't thinking.
It hurts becasue you were so, so right every dang time. 
But most of all, it hurts because I spent hours plucking the petals off a daisy, wondering if I'd ever get to call you 
darling. 

Mercury

VT

17 years old

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    not a dance over hot coals, crumbs in your bedsheets 
    or threatening glances
    And if it is a dance, let it be one 
    where I am yours and you belong to me. 
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    (spoken word performance)

    I once described myself as a river
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  • Storm Warning

    (meant to be read out loud) 


    It came when I didn't expect it, and it cried 
    Like a child, it screamed longer than it should've 
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