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Current mood:  bored Category: Writing and Poetry
"Lesser Than Or Equal To"
You're itchy skin that I want to scratch until there's no more flesh to be itchy. You're a cavity I want to fill. A rotting root to a dying tree in my mouth that I want to yank out. You're the trigger I want to pull to a bullet that will only go halfway through my forehead.
We are the tree that fell in the woods without anyone to hear it.
You're sun I'm staring at even though it burns my eyes. You're loose eye lashes caught in my eye and food caught in the back of my throat. You're a downhill bike ride with a flat tire and no brakes through a red light.
We are a halfway decent story never committed to paper.
You're the bandage that hurts more to rip off than the wound did in the first place. You're the high fructose corn syrup in every beverage I enjoy. You're every single sentence, conversation, story, project, book, movie, goal that I started but never finished.
We aren't anything at all anymore. We are much as nothing can possibly be.
(Dedicate to the girl that got away.) <3
4:20 PM
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