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you let out those expecting words with such grace and composure. no hesitation, no second guessing, just potential of what it would do to me what did you want me to let slip out of my tongue-tied mouth? I can only assume you wanted words with meaning and implications caught up in language wrapped around connotations of heartbeats with a soft symphony of lies and realizations trapped in brackets and overly punctuated messes what am I to you?

I recounted the days you were away backwards, clockwise, forward, north, south, east and west. Measuring the distance in miles, minutes, missed calls, and inconsistencies. The balancing act of here, now, then, there and maybe. It takes all of this to realize I never meant more or anything at all. The cautious way you stare across tables and tremble with those difficult string of words. The 'I'm sorry's slur out as 'what I should of done differently', and the 'I loves you' slip into actions, b...

I've been taking the steps to let you back in, I've unlocked the door to the walls that have been keeping me, slipped a piece of paper back through the mail slot that eloquently says "I miss you the most." I've been taking the steps back to being honest, I put the truth down on paper and mailed it out to sea. you must of intercepted my message, just to find out I was right in all your wrongs. I've been taking the steps back to remembering, it took me two years to try to forget: the way it fee...

Tonight was a cold darkness that you would have appreciated. Even though the numbness would have run through your fingers and you would have hated how your face would become numb and flushed from the bitter cold wind. You would stay out there much longer than I did. I walked so calmly across the sidewalk and the lightly snow covered grass, just thinking about how you would have described the way a night like this would make you believe. I can just imagine how you would have been walking besid...

It's the sound of my ipod shuffling and midnight radio shows as they radiate into out ears. Their brake lights greet us as its drum beats and heartbeats ring out of our ears. We drive slow around and down windy roads watching for its laughter in its cabrio, honking at deer for safety’s sake. It’s the color of our communication and the feeling that’s cool after it’s own rising temperatures within crowed rooms. It's after the exchange of its own warm embrace for passes and wristbands as we run ...