the light collects and projects your heart onto a movie screen
and if you close your eyes, we are always going to be that way-
the way we were that night.
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speak now or hold your peace in pieces.
(maybe i've left you a piece of me
and maybe one day we'll carve it into a key
or maybe one day you'll use it as a shard; breathe deep, press down hard
but maybe one day we'll carve it into a key)
I love listening to Rilo Kiley:
"and all the immediate unknowns are better than knowing
this tired and lonely fate
Does he love you?
does he love you?
Will he hold your tiny face in his hands?"
... something tells me I might not want to hear the answer.
maybe eighteen. maybe a day. maybe never. maybe forever.
-- who knows? ... only Time.
so.
goodbye, stranger in the night.
thank you for the bad, for the beautiful,
for the memories.
(love, me.)