blue.
i saw you at the window
wearing a yellow dress
and a white smile.
you stopped.
you breathed,
before untangling your hair
from where it was caught on the sun.
you fiddled with a few blue petals
nervously between your fingers.
delicately nervous,
like the wind;
so unassuming and beautiful
that it took my breath away—
before taking my heart.
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flashlights and sheet forts.
we’re shadows,
we’re silhouettes
acting silly,
sharing secrets of secrets
underneath sheets
until we fall asleep
to the falling silence
of snowflakes
on the roof.
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when i go.
squeeze out my heart
so the last drops of my love
drip into the earth.
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eclipse.
with fingers intwined
our hearts aligned,
and the moon blushed
as we kissed.
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excerpt from a letter. dated may 16th, 1886.
i knew emily dickinson.
i knew everything about her.
every fear,
every empty night
and that burning light in her eyes
as she dissected the world.
i knew her when i heard a songbird,
or felt a tree’s heart beating,
i knew they must be pieces of her pen,
her heart. her soul.
i knew emily dickinson,
but she never knew—
to the best of my knowledge—
that i loved her.
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we all just need a little love.
i know you feel like
a charlie brown tree
surrounded in a hollywood lot
filled with flashy aluminum—
but that’s what makes you
beautiful,
that’s what makes you,
you.
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tin mailbox telephones.
our empty mailboxes
are connected
by tiny pieces of string.
(shhh.
listen.)
press your ear against it
and i’ll whisper,
i’ll say every word
i wasn’t brave enough
to speak before.
listen,
listen to the echo
of secrets
passing from my lips,
listen to the reverberation
of my heartbeat traveling
miles
and miles,
and miles,
and miles,
and miles,
to reach you.
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look closer (keep searching).
photographs
are pieces of a map,
secret coordinates
revealing the tiny pixels
and grain of beauty,
love, and life that hide
within the light.
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recovering.
here.
let me put my heart
inside yours.
it’s so,
it’s…
it’s tired.
will you beat for me?
will you?
(Source: thedustdancestoo)
