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I long to write about love but how can I write about something I don’t yet understand, so until then I will fall for the stars above my head rather then the ones found in the eyes of a lover

-v.e

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you love to many things

isn't it beautiful how you fall for every little thing that brings you joy                  new music, pink skies, cotton wool clouds                                                      

They all evoke works of admiration to tumble from your lips in the form of           “I love”

as if those words become a replacement for everything you forget to say

You love after knowing something for such little time, split seconds as if its what you were born to do, a constant outpour you cant seem to stop

although, sometimes I wish you wouldn’t love the world so much

didn't over love every busy restaurant, picture frame and tiny pot plant so that when I told you how I truly love you, you would understand the meaning behind my words and wouldn’t just smile and reply with                                                “me too” 

because you love has been used up by the way the sunsets turn pink and then yellow

-v.e

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When you love me more

I wish I loved you a little more, so that maybe it would hurt a little less. So that when we are face to face I was not the grounds for your unrest. That our time together wasn’t scare when before it was unbound. So that I didn’t have to be the reason you were no longer around.

or maybe I wish your love would falter or bruise so bad, you left. At least I wouldn’t disappoint you, we both know that’s what I do best. 

Because I do, love you that is. So fucking much. But what I give you will never be enough. So love me, a little more or a little less, but know it hurts me too even if it hurts just a little more for you. 

- v.e

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White Roses

Walk me through the cemetery gates and travel with me through the stones to 1882, when he was no longer lonely and her heels were yet to touch the upturned soil. To the Tuesday before, when straight whiskey still tasted strong and the paint was still damp from unbroken strokes. When vows sang true and the candles burned throughout the night over the entangled. Then follow the touch until the last breath told the privilege of loving the girl who has white roses on her grave

- v.e

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Break my heart...

rip it from my chest,

veins and all,

So that I too can see the world through the eyes of poets and the chords of love songs

Let me love the way all great lovers do

Then pry it from my hands

Until the blood bleeds through the paper

into words worth reading

So that I too can write the way all great cynics do

- v.e

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a page from the bible

“But my child the bible has taught man countless things, to praise the lord our savior, to care for those less fortunate, to treat our brothers and sisters as equal. So many wondrous lessons bound into the pages showing us how to live, so why would you let one sentence determine who you are allowed to love?”

- v.e

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“Honestly Lottie, you can’t love a boy like him. He’s got more letters in his name then brain cells and if he was any shorter he would fade out of existence!”

- v.e

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But if he was unlovable how come I felt lost without him. How come I longed for his feet to be propped up on my dash board or to hear the jingle of his keys when walking up the apartment stairs?

- v.e

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This is a story about a cheat and a liar and all the chaos that erupts when their not so indifferent worlds collide

- v.e

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Stained Glass Windows

My high school had a chapel. It was a stuffy room in summer and the windows leaked when it rained in winter. The organ was to loud for the cramped space and the pews were to narrow so that when you sat down your legs would brush the seat of the person in front of you. The only aspect that made the hour long sermons bearable, were the stained glass windows on either side of the alter. Millions of shards of glass, that when the sun shone through created a rainfall of deep blues and bright yellows onto the wooden floorboards, merging together to create a solid window pane.

Watching the colored floorboards, I would allow myself to drift away and escape the stuffy room. It was a habit I had picked up as a child, although I couldn’t tell you where from. Strange isn’t it? From the minute we are born we become a reflection of those around us, picking up habits or phrases from what we repeatedly hear or see. I’ve become a replication of my primary school sports teacher in the way I tie my shoes, round, under and through, and my 6th grade best friend in the way I make microwave noodles. I hold down my sleeves when putting on a jersey to stop them from riding up my arms, just like my gran taught me. My favorite restaurant is still the place I would go every Friday night with the girl I no longer speak to. I drink black coffee with no sugar because I once read that my favorite musician did. I still listen to the same song on long car rides because it reminds me of the boy I once loved. The girl I haven’t seen in years lives on in the way I put on eyeliner and every time I see a dessert menu I think about my friend millions of miles away who ate cupcakes like sandwiches. On cold mornings I still copy how my dad used to blow air out his mouth to create little clouds of condensation on the way to school. I write letters to the people I love like the young girl who slept next to me in my dorm room and I trace imaginary tears down my check like my gran used to. I’m 19 years old and I still can’t tie a tie because my brother has always been there to do it for me. I love long baths and hate cold water just like my mum and I never make my bed on a Sunday because my cousin said it was a secret rule we had to follow.

On the surface anyone can see a person but only when looking closely can they see the million shards of glass picked up from people over the years shining through. I have become a product of the people I have loved and each has left me with shades of red, green and yellow to mold my stained glass into a single window pane.

- v.e

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