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I hated the way you'd wear your smile
Rows of teeth burnt through my skull like the sun;
I wore shades to stop the glare.
I told you everything
Because it was always easier
Than telling you the truth.
When you told me your dreams
I didn't have the heart to tell you that
All my dreams were about leaving you.
I still remember the nights we'd lie awake
and talk about buying a yacht
and living at sea.
What's funny is I was afraid of drowning
And you couldn't swim for shit.
Guiltily, you'd kiss my shoulder
Only in nights too dark to see by.
I used to cry like a child when
Dawn torched the sky.
And in the evening's hazy gloam
I would stagger to your place
And the only way I'd melt your heart
Was if you were screaming in my face.
almost everything by harlequin-x-romance, literature
Literature
almost everything
I hated the way you'd wear your smile
Rows of teeth burnt through my skull like the sun;
I wore shades to stop the glare.
I told you everything
Because it was always easier
Than telling you the truth.
When you told me your dreams
I didn't have the heart to tell you that
All my dreams were about leaving you.
I still remember the nights we'd lie awake
and talk about buying a yacht
and living at sea.
What's funny is I was afraid of drowning
And you couldn't swim for shit.
Guiltily, you'd kiss my shoulder
Only in nights too dark to see by.
I used to cry like a child when
Dawn torched the sky.
And in the evening's hazy gloam
I would stagger to your place
And the only way I'd melt your heart
Was if you were screaming in my face.
Your fingers are guillotines,
purely purposeful machines.
You pluck the apple,
and carve it clean,
find the core,
suck out the seeds.
Take a life
and taste the power,
it's arsenic
and sugar sweet.
You thank God and the devil
with a crooked smile
that the day is young,
and so are they,
and just ripe enough
for you to eat.
"Frail bones predict what fragile minds can't detect,"
He trailed off slowly, "And my bones are achin'."
The air around me hung low and depressed,
Sticking to the back of my throat like a stormy syrup
I'd tried to swallow down.
I peered out the kitchen window
And caught an inklet of patched-over-grey sky;
I wondered what was in store for the day.
Impartial to the gloom outside, we stepped out onto the back porch;
Grandpa wobbled out with his cane in hand and we waited.
In the hushed stillness the trees traded birds
Robins, swallows, whippoorwills, and cardinals.
If you squinted hard enough at the sullen shrubbery,
You could
sometimes, i don't think he understands me at all. sometimes, i think we just lose all connection and sometimes i wish that didn't cause such a crater on impact.
For both parts, as teddy said it should be "the substantial minority"