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sometimes these things happen. It is raining outside.sometimes these things happen. by ~mariecamin
I have a Romeo roaming in my head.
I’m drinking coffee from a floral mug;
I don't even like flowers.
I have a timer ticking above my head
to warn people not to get too close,
a bandage on one arm
with no recollection of how it got there,
a memory that's morphing with movie film
and forgetting which is reality
a gift hand-delivered to enhance
my features; a smile, cheekbones, full lips.
Apparently I am a dandelion because
if he were to blow, I’d fade away.
Turns out I was a weed because
I did not fade away, he did. Who cares?
I don't even like dandelions—
In fact, I hate flowers.
Awhile I have broken a promise to you,Awhile by ~RedWombat
perhaps you remember and perhaps you do not.
I broke it when I broke apart against the ocean cliffs,
a tide that runs back and forth.
“Promise me you will never be inconsolable.”
And I have become just that.
My emotions like a roller coaster gone astray,
plunging where you cannot see anymore.
You didn’t know it ended in an abyss,
and I did not tell you till we had broken apart at the platform,
and here I am.
I could say, here, that I am sorry,
for I am.
I have never been more sorry
for anything else in my entire life.
But you do not want sorries.
I am trying to rise from the dust
Adoration 
