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crush #30 - unreciprocated
i've had
29
crushes.
the problem is
almost
none
were
reciprocated.
recently
i've developed
another
on one of my
friends,
forbidden.
to her
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blueberry pancakes
the last time i ate
was this morning
blueberry pancakes
warm
the smell of cinnamon
wafting from them
i ate a bite
then stopped
i imagine
ten year old me
running to the table
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love
what is it?
i've always found it
confusing
why
are we tied to
one person
only
why
is romantic love
more important
than friendship
why
do i push people away
yet long
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snow
the smell of snow
sharp and bright
like the world holding its breath
just before it turns new -
obsessed
i get
obsessed
with little things
movies
singers
people
anything
for two to six months
i cant
think
about
anything
else
like being tangled
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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
Loves
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Hindsight is 20/20
I am here to say this
in only facts
because I don't rely on feelings.
Fact:
Your Mr. Remarkable is quiet.
Cold.
Closed off.
Didn't interact unless
absolutely necessary
smiled maybe twice.
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I Won't
Nope
I'm not going back to school.
I'm going to ignore the back-to-school ads
And shopping trips
The packing
The new outfits
The brand-new pencils
I won't do it
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Beauty
Beauty is
Not hiding being a thick mask
A thick layer that is not you.
Beauty is
Not wanting to be someone's doll
Someone's plaything
We are not here for decoration.
Beauty is knowing what you want
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Camp
Shattered moments
Gathering in my mind
Like when we went blueberry picking
And gave up on it
Because there were only a few ripe ones
And Z taught me that the green ones are actually pretty good
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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