Up Close// Personal

Ramblings to old Valentines

Tonight I found old letters from when we were head over heels dizzy in love. I didn't cry when I read them but I did remember how I chipped my tooth with the needle when I sewed my heart onto your sleeve.  

Although you never asked me to.  

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When I read you the first poem I ever wrote you told me it sounded like Andrea Gibson, which from anyone else would have been a compliment. 

The first line was "Sometime my heart beats empty like a broken drum/ so if I cut my skin its only so I'll know where the pain is coming from"

Baby that was my way of telling you my heart was breaking, but I guess both of us had broken voice boxes when it came to that stuff. 

 I suppose a part of me will always love you  A memory sweetly etched into my skin like the ripped edges left when the strangers tore that drawing out of my sketchbook the night I drove 5 hours through the dark and rain back home again.   Permanent in a way that doesn't sting anymore.  

I suppose a part of me will always love you

A memory sweetly etched into my skin like the ripped edges left when the strangers tore that drawing out of my sketchbook the night I drove 5 hours through the dark and rain back home again. 

Permanent in a way that doesn't sting anymore.  

 Sometimes, the whole world feels like fire.  

Sometimes, the whole world feels like fire.