Tag: heartbreak
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You, but in another Dimension
Last night I dreamt of you. But this didn’t feel like you. The version of you that wore tan denim, a circle crease in your back pocketfrom years of carrying tobacco. Pale skin fading, blue eyes dissolving. This version of you didn’t have aform. Bones were just sticks that fell from trees, tendons weren’t intimatelyknown,…
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White
Maybe you didn’t want to hurt me. I think that’s why you lied. At first the lies were white, wispy. An outline of butterfly wings. “I’m working late.” And I’m sure you were, at least at first. Carrying heavy glass all day was taxing, your back ached, a lump grew on your right knee. Better…
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Red
Remember my red nails all over you? Slipping your shirt from your head, messy hair. Your rib cage large, my fingers feeling in between their cracks, searching for something red and beating. I never found it, and neither did you. You wore a red sweatshirt that entire winter. I think you wanted to show you…
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Infatuation
Being fifteen was harder for me than most. I was an old, graying soul, stuck in a teenage body. I could feel connections before others did. Watching a plug-in slip into an outlet, yellow lights turning on. The first time I met him, they were everywhere. Small bulbs hanging from his chin, green cord tucked…
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Rust
I slap purple lotion all over my freshly shaven legs, my pores smelling like spilt wine. “Be there in ten.” Dash texts. He is the “cool guy” at school, the moody senior who jumps over flaming fire pits, his rubber soles in a constant state of melting, drinks whiskey from its neck and drives a…
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Bloom
On Monday, I buy my first record. We play it, while sipping a bottle of Cabernet. The haunting tone tries to cut through the patient space, opening the door for old ghosts to appear. White face, holes for eyes, looming to leave me with another cut. But the door doesn’t open. How could it? In…
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Bear
Jacob was leaving and I had no say in the matter. “Every positive trait I have is because of you and every negative trait you have is because of me. That’s why I have to leave… it’s for your own good.” Three days later, I strip our pictures off the walls, leaving small holes in…
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Lobster
“Let’s go to Maine.” He said through a text from across the country. We had broken up over a year ago, yet the text lingered in my mind. My thumb hesitated over my phones keyboard, holding onto a response. I pictured the two of us in a creaking house on the coast of Maine. The…
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