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it is impossible to drive when you cry I know you had to go though friendship is more than compassion life gives us different paths and you had to follow yours my last view of you is a wave a smile I couldn't go far stopping along the road it is impossible to drive when you cry life is now a barren field not even the wind will touch this pain cannot be healed with tears though they come with the fire of affection cars go by they are the memories of times spent together by the lake discussing our lives it is impossible to drive when you cry we can keep in touch though you'll be a millennium away I will still be alone by the shore and b

i sit alone cigarette in hand, the smoke from it’s flickering end licks at the chapped frame of my nearby window; I watch the   cloud swirl upwards toward the studded sable sky   as I breathe in deep trying to settle the restless   Beast nestled behind the warmth of my oceanic eyes, (he doesn’t like quiet evenings spent at home.) the cool evening air brushes against my freckle-kissed cheeks and   stirs the collar of my   unbuttoned shirt, sending goosebumps trailing down my outstretched arms until I shiver into   the well-worn chair   I have found myself curled up on like it is my unlucky throne. i’m not

I need to be loved today. and nobody feels like clapping just for the fact that I am alive. I want banners, welcome back cupcakes, and cheering so loud that I forget his overlapping tooth, and the numbers on the backs of cereal boxes. It feels silly, really, but the hill we used to sit on was beautiful, not just because we were together but for the distant streetlights that were like sequins stitched to a black velvet sky. And I could look outwards back then, at a pattern of events, instead of in, like I do now, at my greying insides. You wouldn’t leave a pimple half squeezed, and yes it hurt, so much, but maybe, just maybe, it didn&#

It is okay to be getting your hair trimmed for the first time in eighteen months. It is fine to let yourself inflate a sad story and then another, like pink gum bubbles In the direction of anyone who will listen. You can now chew over the last year and a half of your life from a distance, when you’re at the hairdressers, after she notices the short patches by your sideburns with an inquisitive look. You can hold back the tears with relative ease, as if telling of someone else’s illness, rolling the grief around in your mouth like a gobstopper whist her acrylic nails gently graze the backs of your ears. You can use an entire palm