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Dear Rigby
the road turns slow past the fields
stone crackles under the tires like a voice i forgot i missed
i lean forward in my seat holding my breath
because there you are
just past the trees
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Summer
the air tastes like honey and promise
sticky with the scent of blooming jasmine
and freshly cut grass that crunches beneath bare feet
the sky drips blue
stretching wider every afternoon
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Turning A Page
Verse 1
The sun sets slow on this fading day,
I see your faces, but they feel far away.
Laughter lingers in the hollow air,
But something’s shifting like you’re not really there. -
the hand
there is a hand squeezing my heart
tight slow like it knows every part of me
holding on to the pieces i’m leaving behind
the empty rooms the silent voices the half spoken goodbyes
it does not let go
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Dress
sometimes the dress feels like a soft breath
a quiet hope wrapped in fabric
that touches my skin like a secret i’m afraid to speak aloud
it’s the way light moves when i twirl
the way i feel seen without saying a word
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what’s next
she walks into the room like a sentence that forgot to whisper
light brown hair pulled back in a way that says she didn’t try
but still somehow gets it right
clear glasses catching the light
Loves
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First Love… Unrequited
You’re my best friend
You’re always there for me
You support me constantly
And understand
In ways no one else could
We met in 8th grade
Introduced by a mutual friend
Whom we now both despise
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Love
I love
Snowy stage band mornings
Dark and cold
Blowing in the door with some random trumpet player
Our conductor's coffee
Wet I-just-showered hair
Bedhead, the age-old oops-forgot-my-folder
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Every time
Every time
I give and give and give
Ask you questions
Advice
Support you
Every single time
Even when I should know better by now
And you pretty much ignore me and just rant to yourself
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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 want to cry
I want to cry.
I want to cry
But I cannot.
Graduation
Graduation
They're leaving
It's finally happening and how will I survive
What if this what if that
Stress
Schoolwork
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Expectations
There are
So many things.
So many things
So many people
Want from me.
Is it too much to ask for a break?
Am I allowed to
Have a few seconds to myself or
Am I just a machine?