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memories of you
memories fade in and out of my day
skirting the outline of my thoughts
playing games with my mind
one memory that plays forever in my head
that won't ever leave me
or fade away to nothing
every smell and small detail suffocating me..
i remember you sticking your head out...
the water dripping off your gorgous face
you smelled like yourself
something i could never distingusih
you smelled of soap..clean
my favorite smell in the entire world
you and soap
you were taking a shower
i snuck up
thinking of being oh so clever
ripped open the curtain
i felt very accomplished
it was usually you that snuck up on me
ripping close the curtain
you stuck your head out
smiling that oh so wonderful smile
with a twinkle in your eye
and water dripping down
you kissed me
to this day it brings tears to my eyes
my favorite kiss in the world
my hands on your cheek
and feeling your short wet hair
feeling the water drip down between us
and i just wanted to let you know..
that i'm nothing without you.
and it kills me to hear it when you say that i deserve better than you.
because i don't think you realize that you are my better.
you are my everything.
people say to not make your other your everything,
because when they leave, your left with nothing.
if i didnt have you...
nothing would be the next best thing.
i really don't think you understand how much i love you.
how i have given up my world for you...
and i still am.
things are complicated.
trust me i understand.
but i still love you. no matter what.
and i don't think i could ever make you understand that.
you say your sorry for hurting me.
this time it wasnt on purpose.
but it still hurts.
it feels like someone ripped of the band-aid
that i have placed oh so carefully on my heart.
i was told to keep the wall around my heart up..
but i didnt listen
brick by brick i took it down.
just for you
half way done and realized i had to rebuild it.
Her CatalystAs she walks through the maelstrom, the words trace upon the tips of her fingers and press into the stone. Every brick, every crack in the concrete, every crossed and angular stroke in reds and blacks and oranges. The drips of the gasoline pool around the base of her boots, slosh as she steps over the burst pipes and the rubble.
So much rubble. So little outcry. The silence of the city grates on her eardrums and the mantras she'd been forced to memorize. The Seers demanded they observe thirteen years of recitation before they attempt to weave their first World together.
But who other than the Seers can claim the incantations that knot the skeins they twist and pull on like reins hold fast? When have any of the Sisters recorded the visions they traced upon space-time and recited them, left them open for critique and discussion and debate?
Which is why she walks through the chalky soot of the smashed city around her. This all
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