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[ and when she gets them she stops- starts-
it's a strange feeling, the odd chesty battle between concern and inexpressible hilarity ]
you couldnt
[ there's a pause, a stretched beat, because what she wants to say she's not sure she should (it sounds too intimate, too hopeless, but it also doesn't make sense in other terms given everything she means, all the different fears she's covering, all the swallowed-down nuances...) so she bites the bullet, types it out, lets it go ]
just dont leave me
and you couldnt
[ one day he will, she knows. fuck her up, leave her (in one way or another: disgusted or disappeared or hurt, whatever it is that severs them), they're one and the same.
but until that day, she's safe as houses. pristine identical houses with mismatched insides, where damage is regenerated when the clock strikes twelve. ]
it's a strange feeling, the odd chesty battle between concern and inexpressible hilarity ]
you couldnt
[ there's a pause, a stretched beat, because what she wants to say she's not sure she should (it sounds too intimate, too hopeless, but it also doesn't make sense in other terms given everything she means, all the different fears she's covering, all the swallowed-down nuances...) so she bites the bullet, types it out, lets it go ]
just dont leave me
and you couldnt
[ one day he will, she knows. fuck her up, leave her (in one way or another: disgusted or disappeared or hurt, whatever it is that severs them), they're one and the same.
but until that day, she's safe as houses. pristine identical houses with mismatched insides, where damage is regenerated when the clock strikes twelve. ]
Edited 2013-10-06 22:18 (UTC)
im glad i met you
[ she's said it before but it bears repeating, she'll say it as many times as she can stand until the moment's passed and it's never happened.
who she's working on convincing she isn't sure.
(a long-winded way of saying goodbye - many little hellos.) ]
[ she's said it before but it bears repeating, she'll say it as many times as she can stand until the moment's passed and it's never happened.
who she's working on convincing she isn't sure.
(a long-winded way of saying goodbye - many little hellos.) ]
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