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We sat in my driveway, just like every night before. We sat in silence, we sat in tears. I stared at my hands and we spoke of the future. I talked about the way he is and the way he feels and how I do not want that to change. I said I didn't want to have to say goodbye. He buried his face in my lap. And that was the first time in nearly three years I discerned the way he cried. Never once had I ever heard a sob so despondent. After a while he perked up, turned to me and he said "Let's practice our welcome home kiss." I kind of giggled through tears and dismissed the idea, but when I turned to see his face, I knew he was serious. "Kiss me li

when the moon comes into view dancing over the roof tops of the houses at the end of the road when I climb into your thoughts when I feel your temerarious stare the moon accompanies the stars they light up your dashboard which illuminates off of your face making your eyes hide in the shadows from your cheekbones and the universe brings you closer and the stars shine brighter and your eyes grow darker and your kisses are warmer and your stare is resolved

oh jealousy take my heart from me and throw it out to sea and let sinking be the epitome of my story oh jealousy please leave me be oh jealousy let him finally see

Your hair touches your forehead and tickles mine and sometimes when I sit across from you I count how many freckles are on your cheeks Your fingers unfurl far away from your palm and they stretch across my forearm and when you sit beside me I trace your profile in my mind (over, and over again) Your nose crinkles when you laugh and blows soft air on my shoulder when you hold me and  when you lay on me I match the color of your eyes to the color of mine Your collar bone jumps out at me through your shirt sometimes and offers a place to hide and when you tell me you love me I add up the number of times I wanted to say it back  

something about the sound of his voice his vocal chords an orchestra a cello plucking it's strings when he's breaking a clarinet trill when he's flying a bass drum beating when he's livid and the words that emit from this orchestra are like poetry and while he pretends he doesn't know what happens when he begins to speak i know he knows that even his one word sentences make a lot more sense than any definition in any dictionary

He is a sunset; tranquil and colorful watercolor eyes resplendently shine back at me making my lungs fail to respire being unable to break the connection between his illuminating colors and my indistinct soul grabbing at an opportunity to get ahold of something real in those colors something I can clasp with every friable bone beneath my trembling skin to get past this unreal sunset boy with a warm smile that speaks gently of night skies filled with gaps of white and clouds that obscure the light behind them a sunset that shines brightly at me my vibrant, warm, gentle sunset who speaks of night and waits for his time to be put out when he

once when she was young; rather younger her toes danced along the sidewalk in between the fragile lines drawn by other little hands she teetered in the spaces that felt tiny not realizing her feet were small enough to fit in the gaps the cracks that she hopped in and out of hopscotch she would fall and scrape her elbows and ask for a band aid and her mother would kiss it and her father would clean out the cut and her sister would hold her hand and her brother would laugh And within the next few years, she became too old for games those games she would play with boys and teeter along the fence between love and the other thing whatever

and if you really are the biggest mistake I'll ever make then let me fall into the chasm that consists of nothing but you and if you really love me as much as you say you'll be the ground that my feet land on if my feet ever find you in the end

And I’m sitting here Crying my eyes right out of their sockets Thinking about the time I will leave you Like it’s a memory And I’m sitting here Bathing in my sorrows Waiting for a miracle to happen Because I’m stuck I do not want to shut that door I don’t want to drive away I don’t want to pack it up I just want to stay

I remember the freezing air in the room Stabbing at my shoulders; But then again, what do I know about cold? And I remember the outline of his lips on my neck Never kissing, just, hovering And the beautifully written lyrics rhythmically moving All along the setting And I remember the movement of our feet As we glided along the floor Dancing staggered in his bed room And laughing when he would trip over his two Left feet that had freckles and were Much too big in comparison to mine Although I like(d) it that way because I like A boy that I can Hide inside when I need comforting and one who Not only looks at me but has to go out of his way