

telling a sad story backwards-17.telling a sad story backwards-
it smells like grief and sterilized metal.
i climb into andrews bed, though the nurses have strictly forbidden it. he closes his eyes and holds me tightly, because he says when he cant see me, it is easier to pretend i never happened to him.
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he pushes the cart aggressively down the aisle, pretending to mow over old ladies doing their sunday shopping.
"stop," i say giggling, lobbing a can of ravioli at him.
for a moment i think he simply didn't see me throw the can; it glances off his chest and falls to the floor, exploding in a pattern of


stuff i should've told brian.1.stuff i should've told brian.
if i ever have a son i will name him isaac, because isaac means laughter and that is what you gave me and then took away. or maybe i will name him elliott after the musician elliott smith, or oliver because guess what, i just like the name.
you said that if you were ever to have a daughter you'd name her kelsey because you met me and you loved me and so you thought that the name kelsey means "someone beautiful who will come into your life and change you forever." i didn't have the heart to tell you that kelsey is really just some scandinavian name that means "from the ship island."
i'm laughter and an
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My head is filled with many things. Half of those I'll barely remember, the other I probably won't ever care for. But my heart will always remember you....
Well in my case, my black hole will absorb you.
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My head is filled with many things. Half of those I'll barely remember, the other I probably won't ever care for. But my heart will always remember you....
Well in my case, my black hole will absorb you.
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I need you so much closer
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