

able to be quietwhat are you going to do with your life?able to be quiet
its the never ending question that follows me deep into my pillows with words that will decorate my headstone. but I just look down into my entangled fingers and laugh under my breath telling them, oh, I dont know. Ill never know maybe. but I do I do I do I swear. but its just stupid and silly and some secret I keep hidden beneath ribs.
I want to make up music and words and beautiful things on small stages that make people look quietly and smile to themselves. oh how pretty. I want to let out all the beauty


just in not timeI was caught between the letters double you and why, while whispering lies through a static playing microphone. You said you could hear mejust in not time
clearly.
The speakers cracked with the weight of it all as you smiled with your eyes closed just like you knew I was watching.
I muttered that was close enough. You whispered something like no. iknow
We were discussing your box fan's blades -the sun rose an hour ago- because Texas never stopped dancing at least until after dawn.


i gave her my glasses.in my mind, this moment ends with a kiss.i gave her my glasses.
you have carried me a thousand miles on your laughter and i know that i will never deserve a single foot of it.
it's three forty three, according to my watch. i am running late, as usual. i slept on your right, pressing to get as close to you as i possibly could, also as usual. i wanted to kiss your forehead when i stood to leave; i could see you breathing in the dark and i knew that this moment is as close as i will ever get, i knew that my cowardice would make sure that i would never admit how i felt.
now, i am standing on the sidewalk in front of your ho


before, beforei am only just thirteen. he is sixteen. i am in love/lust/crush.before, before
my best friends big brother, or friends ex boyfriend, is tall. once or twice i imagined kissing him. but he never would. he is friends with the boy who is sixteen. and besides he is my best friends big brother or my friend's ex boyfriend. and i am not a bad person.
i am tall too, you know. i am stretched skyward but there was no more to stretch, just bone. so i am not really that tall at all. but i pretend i am. how tall are you? oh above average, you know, pretty tall.
the brother says want to come and see j? and my heart leaps and i sing
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