Posted by: psuedophilosophilinguist | June 14, 2010

making art out of it

I kept all these scraps saved up until I wouldn’t need them anymore, now I’m giving them away.

I wish giving you space didn’t feel like giving you space to forget. Every morning I wake up and we’re still not talking I run to the bathroom and gag. I want to hear you say something to me. I want you back in my cell phone. I don’t want to believe that anyone on this campus can hate me. When you hear a really beautiful piece of music and it’s so lovely that it makes you stop and everything gets quiet, do you think about me and all the things we’ll never say to each other? Remember our Gchat conversations late into the night? Of course you do. I thought if you knew you were breaking my heart, you wouldn’t be able to. I have been so brave. I have been so brave!

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