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heaven

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clouds

"i've written a happier version of you in my poetry,
    but i've loved you best during your worst days."

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"what do you want to be when you die?"
    "be forgotten."
    
we confuse the ghosts inside the bedroom
some days, we beg for time and longer lives
some days, we both hope for days to end--
how we, both love inviting monsters inside
the room because it will always be better than
being alone.

they say "you should be scared of dying without knowing
what it feels like to live." but i  am not scared.
i know what it feels like to be alive the day 
we kissed secretly inside your car,
the city and my soul fell in love with you,
we've memorized your scent & your voice.

it's okay to be scared of losing someone. i am
not afraid of screaming how weak i am when
i am not with you or when your voice over the 
phone breaks; i am not scared of loving you.

i have to be there for you--
i want to be there for you.

I WAS FIFTEEN WHEN I CRIED BECAUSE YOU SAID
YOU KISSED SOMEONE ELSE AND I STARTED
THINKING OF THE BEST THINGS TO SAY JUST SO I
COULD BE YOUR GIRL AGAIN.
HEAR THIS: THE FIFTEEN YEAR OLD ME WAS READY
TO APOLOGIZE TO YOU-- THE PERSON WHO HURT ME.
THE FIFTEEN YEAR OLD ME
WAS TOO IN LOVE TO BELIEVE THAT
YOU WERE WRONG,
YOU WERE WRONG.

today : i woke up and read a message from the boy who
always says that he loves me.

["you were very pretty yesterday. sometimes i feel like dreaming
whenever we are kissing. but? you are real. we are real
and in love."]

it was too early to cry but i never thought
i'd meet a person who'd be happier to be with
me.

oh god, don't you love how gentle the
ocean is whenever it slams itself against the shore?