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He was worn, like a sketch that had been rubbed out by careless finger tips. He had seen rougher years than many men twice his age. Still his smile made her think of warm ocean piers and the tightness of overexposed skin. It was an excess of happiness that she found there. She prayed on cobalt nights that every shade in the sky would give way to that happiness. That maybe that feeling could tap on fragile glass beside fire escapes, & creep in when the curtains were drawn. There was somewhere within her an undying devotion that promised not to let her forget him. There was somewhere within him tiny cracks that had erupted into train-derailing ruts. Love was a runaway. Why do you love me so much? The winds whispered, & crackled over the creases in their maps. Her words like fingers on different parts of him. Her answers never enough to pave the potholes. Love is not a transferable feeling.
4 days ago · 1 note
She is the dust of the Earth. The shining shimmering dust that dances in light beams & cannot be captured. Every second you move towards her she is further away. I made a hobby of betting on whose light was bright enough to contain her. It was not my own. The days that I woke up next to her, or came home to find her in my bed, they were sand in my mouth. They choked me with something that felt like loneliness. How can I love you? I whispered once & she opened her eyes. What? Hearts shriveling. Just said I love you. That’s all. And her face was the sun.
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