
This is broken, not whole; I'm built on staggering hope and staccato lines like a heartbeat.
Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Angst/Romance - Words: 235 - Reviews: 3 - Published: 07-21-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3043871
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51 Nights
It was loud and raining;
The air was cool and
My feet and the pavement were wet.
.
But all I could think of
Was how I wished he was you
And why can't I have you yet?
.
What even is this?
I'm not sure I know
Anything at all anymore.
.
All I want is to talk but my tongue doesn't move.
I can't breathe your name,
And my heart is sore.
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I swallow the words,
Like candyfloss but
You never look once at me.
.
They tell me you did -
That you looked when I didn't,
But there's no evidence I can see.
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This is broken, not whole;
I'm built on staggering hope and
Staccato lines like a heartbeat.
.
I frown as I smile
And try to form an answer;
Where dreams and my logic meet.
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There's a word unbidden,
It can't pass my lips.
Hold it back and don't think it out loud.
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Don't even dream it,
Or see it,
As a whisper in a black ink crowd.
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Just add another day
To the thousands before -
Countless like the stars above.
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Don't dwell too long
Don't think too hard
Don't slip up and call it love.
It seems I'm back to refusing a proper rhythm again… I dunno, this is just sort of something that tapped its way out. :)
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