May 2013
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you never really know someone until you talk to them at 4 am
Accidental Ocean.: theatombomb: This is a poem... →
cbrocaille:
This is a poem about that time someone asked me to describe you, and I said, “his smile is that song you heard once when you were five or six that made you cry even though you didn’t understand the words or what they meant.” and their gaze was a question mark and the question was, “but…are his teeth straight?” See, I wrote this poem about the time you looked up and asked, “how...
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“But Princess, I love you so much it hurts.”
“No, what you are feeling is called infatuation. The pain is a product of you over valuing a projected imaginary relationship with me.”
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MAYBE YOU WERE THE OCEAN WHEN I WAS JUST A STONE.
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