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| Blood dripped from her hips, laying next to him, touching him indirectly, she reaches for a cigarette casually.
"baby." he whispers, his lips kissing her ear gently. "baby?" she replies. by now she's lit her cigarette, and puffing smoke clouds into the crisp air."Do you think we could lay here forever? like this, just me and you?" she wanted to roll her eyes, but she wasn't that cold hearted. She nodded and mumbled "uh huh" blowing away another cloud of smoke. "good" he says, "good"
The truth was, Regina Harper was nothing bad bad news. The man who just took her virginity? Denise something. She didn't care about him, but she ways amazing at pretending she did. Every I love you that flew from her lips, without thought, without question sounded to pure, so real. Denise was madly in love. Regina? Regina used him. He wasn't rich. Oh no! He worked at a deli for goodness sakes. But he was gullible, he was easy. Just her type. He had a car, and he loved her, he'd do anything for her, anything. And that's exactly why she kept him around.
to be continued.
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We woke up extra early.
Lily picked you a yellow rose
"They were his favorite." She said
before sitting next to me in the car.
The drive was quiet
nobody talked
the baby cooed and Lily
would pet her forehead
we hit a few bugs
we arrived before dark Lily pointed out into the distance
"there she said"
We sat on your grave
Lily laid
and started to hum "Tears in heaven"
she fingered the thirsty rose
before setting it down
Lily placed your daughter
her daughter
Abby in her lap
"Time can break your heart, have you begging please, begging please......I know there will be no tears in heaven."
// When you whispered I love you
I didn't get the butterflies I use to
just an awkward, uncomfortable shiver
your hands are rough
your words, they slur I don't want your sloppy second hand kisses.
Not anymore. // These are just "blah"
for my English journal. | | |
| "you know" He whispered.
His arms holding her closely.
She laughed lightly, smiled.
"I know?" He smiled back, but never replied.
That night was a smear of paint,
a quick rush of blood,
and a little pain That night when she left,
their three kids staring at him
from the backseat
with carebear eyes
he whispered
"You know, I'll always wait for you" | | |
| I've decided you love my imperfections
you love my terrible handwriting
my needy hands
my unsteady hips
you love my hunger for attention
my soft voice calling out your name at 4am
You love it all
don't tell me i'm wrong, mistaken, or misinformed
baby, i've read your heart. // you shake your head no
your hair always seems to fall the same way
down the middle
the end of each half bounces off
the top of your perfect cheek bones
"no" seems to be ringing through my ears
my head repeating the two letter word over and over
my heart falls as you start to walk away.
I memorise each step
left foot, right foot
I scream for you to say, I beg, I scream
you kept walking
I see your cheek bones in strangers
your smile in mail men
your unsteady walk in todlders
yes. // I want to stand with you beside the ocean
my hand gripping yours
I want to be afarid in your arms
of the crashing waves
I want to swim with you
far into the ocean, beyond the noise.
I want to watch you as you sleep
under a graceful sunset. I want too much. | | |
| I once had a "care taker" named Amy.
She was the youngest of the many I had.
I loved her. I thought she was "cool."
Of course, I wanted to be like her.
I remember very few things about her,
her short red hair,her cute little voice, her messy apartment,she was gorgeous.
I have one clear memory of her,
for some reason David Blaine specials seem to remind me of it.
It was Christmas time.
Amy was taking me shopping.
What better place to go Christmas shopping then the mall.
Traffic, people running around everywhere. It was a mess.
As we were walking closer and closer to the doors
I was dreading the voice that would say "Welcome to neighborhood eight!"
I've never been one to enjoy those distasteful recording voices.
I'd been to the mall so many times, that voice seemed to haunt my dreams.
We walked past gameworks, getting closer and closer to the doors, closer and closer
to the voice. A voice of another kind stopped us.
"You dropped something." It was a male. Sitting on a bench just outside the entrance doors. About Twenty. The same age as Amy. He was attractive. Okay,
I'll say it, he was dreamy. He was looking up at Amy.
Amy looked at him, confused.
"Your smile." He said. He smiled was so bright, so calming. Like an angel.
Amy smiled.
A lame pickup line?We didn't have time for flirting, besides Amy was engaged!
We needed to get shopping, but I was all for a little distraction. I was in no hurry to hear that haunting voice beyond those doors.
"What's your name?" He asked Amy.
"Amy."
He smiled and paused for a moment.
"You're in my heart." he smiled.
Amy laughed lightly.
He pulled up his shirt, over his heart Amy was tattooed, in a perfect heart.
She smiled. She seemed to shine. We walked away, I never understood why.
No goodbyes, nothing.
We walked in the mall, we barley made it past the food court when Amy turned around. She ran out the doors, I knew she was running back, to him.
but, he wasn't there.
Maybe this story is one of those you had to be there to understand. Every time I think about it, I smile.
I like to think,
he was sent to make us smile on our hectic Christmas shopping day. Maybe it was just a coincidence he had her name tattooed. I don't know.
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