i. it's been almost a year again. you haven't been calling, and i haven't been answering. the leaves still have not begun to fall. ii. i am known for soft hair, skin, words. i am known for half finished stories on frost covered benches, absent minded i love you's, and never being what you're looking for. i am known for seventeen syllable apologies, twenty dollar bills, and poems about nothing but you. iii. it takes me two minutes and thirty-one seconds of the dial tone to realize that you are not here, you are not here, you are not here. no, i would not like to make a call. no, i would not like to hang up and dial again. iv. i am not angry with you for never writing me that song that you said you would. i am not angry with you for giving me recyled poems and used i miss you's. i am not angry with you for not understanding that my eyes and hair and thoughts are dark like some thing not worth making a metaphor to. i am not angry with you for never loving me the right way. i am not angry with you. i am not angry. i am not. this is not the future i was promised. v. your voice is broken and distant on the other end of the line. you tell me that the connection isn't right, and i agree. our connection is not right at all. i am not sure if we are referring to this particular phone call or this particular relationship. i am about to ask you why you sound so far away, but then i realize that it is because you are. |
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We're at a loss of words, while preaching, that we, can't be heard
(i believe that conveyed my appreciation)
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"The opposite of love is not hate, it's indifference."
I like it.
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We're at a loss of words, while preaching, that we, can't be heard
amazing.
the ending... <3
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park that car,
and thanks for the favorite <3
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"The opposite of love is not hate, it's indifference."
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