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and i remember i was really proud of it.
hung it up on my wall and everything when it made the newspaper.
a year ago today, i took the grey-brown frown of november
and molded it into metaphors with my own two hands. looking

Don't fall in love with people like me. I'll take you to museums, and parks, and monuments, and kiss you in every beautiful place so you can never go there again without tasting me like blood in your mouth.

Certainly, I am uncertain about more things than I am certain.

But that does not mean there are no things of which I’m certain. 

burn the polaroids you took this summer with the 

first lighter you ever bought, back when you were twelve

and needed to feel something that wasn't packaged, artificial

He likes to sit by the window

watch the sunrise

I like to watch the light

play of his hair

see the golden flecks appear 

in his galaxy eyes

He likes tea in the evenings 

ill call you when the party's over

walking home with tears dripping

my shoes dangling from my hand-

parallel to the ground

possibly a bruise on my heart

possibly a scar over my lips