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lava eyes
&
why you aimed them at me
love's eyes
versus
lover's eyes
he watched her brain melt and seep
through his
w i d e s p r e a d fingers
& these webs that could not hold held what could not catch hold
&
why you aimed them at me
- gaunt-hearted: grass gone to seed, she lets Summer's heavy breath slither in through her pores
love's eyes
versus
lover's eyes
he watched her brain melt and seep
through his
w i d e s p r e a d fingers
& these webs that could not hold held what could not catch hold
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semantic satiation
i have become
desensitized;
repeating
your name
in the form
of syllables
until you(r
definition)
become
meaning
less
love
love love
love love love
love love love love
love love love love love
love love love love
love love love
love love
love
without
(me)aning
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maybe i'll die for the truth
when i was seven, i forgot how to be a kid, and i grew up, and once you grow up, you rarely grow down. when i was fourteen, you told me i made you sad to talk to, and that i should cheer up and look around at all the beautiful things in the world, but you can't see the beauty in things that sicken you. you can't pretend that the world is alright when people are dying and starving and crying and wars are being fought and the right people are losing and the wrong ones are winning-you can't see beauty in these types of things.
when i was seventeen, you told me i was beautiful, but the wrong kind. and i thought, how can you be the wrong kind of
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these feelings should be finite
I'm terrified and I know there's nothing unique about this, but I'm standing here completely out of touch with the rest of the world, realizing for the first time that we all feel things a little bit differently, which is why this doesn't hurt for you at all. I figure the only logical reason for how you could do this as if it means nothing was if it really did mean nothing at all for you. It's easier to hate you this way. It's easier to forget you without the burn of your kiss against my skin. It's easier to stay mad if I don't have to remember the way that it felt. Most of all, I can forget this as if it's a memory in someone else's lifetime
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That last line, god, my heart!