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Storybook Ending
“Rosie! Wait up! Rosiiiieee!”
“What?”
“I..need….to tell….you something.”
“What?”
“Okay, this might be kinda long. It’s, like, a whole story.”
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Empty Sorry
I know that words are so hollow
I feel hollow words
Everyone's words
Are hollow
To me
I think that I am sorry
I ruined something
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Remember?
I was sitting at the piano in the living room, playing the same four measures of music over and over.
Loves
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Him
He doesn’t look at me
Like I look at him
I know exactly what he does at recess
Where he eats lunch
His middle name
I know what books he likes
What video games
I’ve slept in the same room with him -
Folding in on Itself
I knew it was bad
when you didn’t even have to say it,
when I saw it in your eyes,
when I knew it in the way you folded your arms
and turned away when I spoke. -
Two Homes, No Sanctuary
Two doors, both locked, neither mine.
Two names, one I gave up.
Two voices, both demanding I choose.
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Slipping Through My Fingers
There’s this song,
Slipping Through My Fingers.
By ABBA. From Mamma Mia!
That's how I see it.
Our rights.
“I try to capture every minute.”
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