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“I only believe in the easy things, like red lipstick
and coffee before noon and writing essays in pen.
I make my mind up about boys and then I unmake it,
compare us to continental drift, two ships passing.
I hit the snooze button too often. Write disposable
poems on napkins and old homework, try to discipline
myself when it comes to removing my makeup
before bed. I am trying to understand men better,
cut them some slack, write about them less. I dream
about oceans and mountains and wolves. I do not
always love myself. I do not always forgive myself.
I write apology letters and do not send them. Usually,
I do not mean it when I tell someone goodbye.”
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and coffee before noon and writing essays in pen.
I make my mind up about boys and then I unmake it,
compare us to continental drift, two ships passing.
I hit the snooze button too often. Write disposable
poems on napkins and old homework, try to discipline
myself when it comes to removing my makeup
before bed. I am trying to understand men better,
cut them some slack, write about them less. I dream
about oceans and mountains and wolves. I do not
always love myself. I do not always forgive myself.
I write apology letters and do not send them. Usually,
I do not mean it when I tell someone goodbye.”
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“I do not mean it when I tell someone "goodbye.”
― It Looked a Lot Like Love
― It Looked a Lot Like Love
“You hate him for turning you inside of yourself. You are still getting used to looking at your body in the light.”
― It Looked a Lot Like Love
― It Looked a Lot Like Love
“Learn how to be
lonely. Learn what it’s like to know
that you are coming home to
yourself night after night-
that empty is just another word
for open.”
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lonely. Learn what it’s like to know
that you are coming home to
yourself night after night-
that empty is just another word
for open.”
―
“She is my hesitation when people ask me if I have a sister.”
― It Looked a Lot Like Love
― It Looked a Lot Like Love
“I’ll bring boys home if I haven’t cleaned my apartment.
I’ll let them see the dishes in my sink,
the mascara rubbed into my pillowcases,
my unswept floors. Think, if we are seeing each other
undressed and blemished from the sun,
what is a dirty fork?”
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I’ll let them see the dishes in my sink,
the mascara rubbed into my pillowcases,
my unswept floors. Think, if we are seeing each other
undressed and blemished from the sun,
what is a dirty fork?”
―
“My sister compares her body to a junkyard and I find bits of scrap metal beneath her bed from boys who bury promises in her belly. Maybe love ruins you a little bit. Maybe we don’t care. We are so young to hate everything so much. Can recite the periodic table from memory but still can’t quite believe it when they say that they love us, too.”
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“Sad heart. Poor heart. Never stood a chance heart.”
― It Looked a Lot Like Love
― It Looked a Lot Like Love
