rose petals and the stars and tea leaves and
I have a personality that is held together with duct tape and glitter glue and band-aids and
anonymously tell me the time and what’s on ur mind
And maybe
I can use your lap as a pillow while I read
Your fingers running through my hair while you read too
And maybe
we’d have popcorn fights while we watch movies
Laughing more than listening so we’d have to keep playing the scenes back
And maybe
we’d just sit shoulder to shoulder while the rain poured outside
Quietly listening to the pitter-patter on the roof
And maybe
we’d read poetry to each other
taking turns reading out from our favorite books
And maybe
we’d look into each other’s eyes
and kiss.
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1326. On the Couch
“A soulmate is someone who is willing to grow with you, who chooses to be with you until the end, and will love you through good and bad. It’s not about sunshine and laughter, it’s about mundane moments filled with unknowns.”
— T.B. LaBerge
you make me feel a little more beautiful
You make me feel a little less tired.
We are fourteen years old - all pudgy cheeks, flowered converse and crooked teeth. It’s the summer before freshman year and we’re lounging on couches in my living room with our eyes narrowed on the t.v. You sigh quietly and say, “I’ll never look like the girls on t.v.” Cringing inwardly at the palpable envy coating your voice, I silently wish that I knew how to erase it permanently. But instead I sneer and scoff, “Who wants to look like that anyway? It’s all so fake - mascara swipes and calorie strikes.” I hear you mutter something under your breath that sounds suspiciously like, “I do,” but you let out a shaky laugh and drop the subject. So I do too. The words taste like gravel in my mouth and I wish I could swallow them back down, but the damage is done. So we sit, drowning under the weight of our own insecurities, all at once hating those girls and wondering how to become them.
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