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with Sunday-heavy lips, she calls me
selfish and means it. I remember

dreams better than people, strangers
greeting me in the grocery store over
a common past and sorry selection

of red grapes. I remember Katie
being beautiful and happy and
wearing the same abnormal toe shoes
and being a few decades older than time
would allow, I remember Emily
being alive. I remember me

escaping to France to defy logic
and stow away in a pretentious,
overpriced tourist resort where
I’d learn to speak a language
I’d never use and love people
who’d never know me; I remember

impossible things.

she tells me trust is not a virtue.
responsibility is gained and
taken away when you prove

unable to learn to be normal and
defiant at trying to breathe. she says,
I love you, but I don’t understand,
and she cries, saucer-eyed,

and this time I can’t
wake up.
i know i keep making all these obscure references but lately i'm using poetry like a journal because i really can't remember anything and i'm trying so hard to tell all these people's stories because i feel like i've let them down if i let them fade along with me

in other news, i keep having terrible waking dreams
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PrussianPersephone Oct 14, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
I hate you for being able to write like this dammit
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:iconintricately-ordinary:
yesss feel the hate
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intricately-ordinary Oct 8, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
no you :heart:
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91816119 Oct 7, 2013   Writer
I love the imagery. The specificity and ambiguity, juxtaposed, creates for a lovely effect also. 
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intricately-ordinary Oct 7, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
thank you so much!
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:iconexistencewesummonyou:
"she says,
I love you, but I don’t understand,
and she cries, saucer-eyed,

and this time I can’t
wake up." 

That's like how I feel about the whole world - I've been falling in love with it my whole life but the more I try to understand it the more confused I get. DUDE.

Or am I parsing that line wrong? Is it the speaker who doesn't understand or the "she" ( "I love you," but I don't understand or "I love you, but I don't understand").

ANYWAY it is a beautiful poem. I think poetry at its best is a vessel that allows us to take a personal experience out of ourselves and give it to other people, to strangers - which is pretty insane that we are able to do anything like that at all and you're doing it very well and THANKS for being one of the people who lets me have a life that bigger than my own.
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