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your touch is so fleeting a brush of the hand we should be together this is more than i can stand we both want eachother needs to be held tight we could be together but it just doesnt seem right

                                          When Your Heart Stops Beating My first thought is that she pronounced his last name wrong. My second is that she's lying.                                                                  ~ When you think of a person, a tiny file of memory opens in your brain, containing everything you know about them. All the good memories you've made, stupid jokes that have been laughed at, every tear that you may have shed thinking about him or her, it's all in there. Over time, that folder gets bigger and bigger, but a few papers and video clips inside have bright post-it flags on them. Those are the ones that

Lately when I talk to my parents on the phone my mom thinks the hummingbird in my voice is pecking at her, so she hangs up the line. I listen until I hear the dial tone on my side and that’s when the hummingbird flies away, back to the treebranch left of my shoulder. Then, my throat is a garbled empty nest and that’s when the whole laughing-crying business starts in.   My one self sobbing shudders of tears. My other self chickadee-fucking-cackling at how stupid, how incredibly infantile. After a while, my body gets tired of all of this can’tmakeupitsmindbetweenlaughingandcrying, and I fall asleep, hands like talon