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sometimes i think about the corners. those movies under your bed, that party on friday night, the tie around your throat. why they're scared, unsure, breathtaking. why everyone avoids them thinking it's so bad to be near them, so bad to be surrounded. why the water is the heaviest before you break the surface. why your back's against the wall instead of me. sometimes i think about the edges. those so close second-place finishes, that moment you should've kissed her, the paper plane that almost took off. why they're hanging, waiting, almost- why there's always a feeling that this could change everything or nothing, could change you.

set me back down but don't remember my name. keep your hands and shoes inside my vehicle at all times. shove me out to sea and sink your teeth in to what you cannot have. break bones but not bread and run out on yourself. monday follows thursday and an airplane followed me home. turn up the skyline and wish for the etchings on the sidewalk to be your new home. you've got to burn your heart down if you want to set the world on fire.

she stretched her hand around the world to try to reach the moon. etched spiders into every open door frame to remember how her tongue feels. swallowed glass jars and jumbled puzzles pieces. crumpled up newspaper fill the holes in the grass. she will miss everything but the snowflakes in your eyes. time bent backwards and she couldn't find her place among the wreckage. the symphony soliloquy ringing in her ears could not drown out the dried up souls. melt her down until there is a taste of her ashes among the salt in the air. reason that infinity is nothing but a number so when their words come crashing in around her she can sa

somewhere along the way between forever and tomorrow you decided there wasn't enough time in a day so you turned and chose to chase after yourself i was left to reassemble my clocks somewhere along the way between hatred and bitterness you decided there weren't enough colors in a rainbow so you raged and prayed for constant sun i told you i couldn't find my paintbrush somewhere along the way between forgiveness and redemption i decided clouds were meant to be walked on so you stretched and tried to breathe me in i still do not know if i will send you a ladder

you are the stuff of school girl imagination of heaving collarbones smeared in blue-lined paragraphs but once you wipe the crust of lovestruck stardust from your eyes she will not be there to kiss you awake you are the trick of the promise of forever of secrets whispered between sheets and skin but no matter how many one a.m. apologies and remorse-filled diaries she will not be there to miss you too you are the wish of what could have been of wasted eleven-eleven tightly shut eyes but when the butterflies with missed replies flood your ribcage she will not be there to return to sender

you'd think you'd really know a person after seeing past her skin, blood, and bones but scattered red and white fragments only tell a story when they're whole and i am no puzzle master and you'd think you'd really remember a person after memorizing her every curve, line, and imperfection but she has painted her face many times over now and i cannot see through walls and you'd think you'd really understand a person after watching her bend, break, and beg but reconstruction is so very complicated and messy and i do not have a map

       It was always her smile that caught me. It was almost a literal hook, tugging me physically closer until we were barely a breath apart. I always focused on the way her slightly curved mouth was turned up ever so slightly – almost as if she was blissfully laughing internally – whenever she paused and looked at me. I don't know if I'll ever forget her direct, searching gazes at me, peering up close, as if she were trying to memorize every pore on my face in that exact moment – as if somehow if she didn't, she would blink and I would disappear. It was her quick sideways looks she would dart me from across the room that told