You should watch Love Me If You Dare that was it, a single typed line appearing on my screen I looked it up, a French film This was after the night you grabbed my wrist after you whispered "I've wasted so much time" after you moved away two years later, I'm walking up and down the aisles in the video store I watched a lot of movies then, I was alone and I was sad, I hadn't learnt to love my own company yet "FOREIGN/SPECIAL INTEREST" I pause, on the bottom shelf, practically sitting on the floor Love Me If You Dare I took it home I didn't watch it right away It sits on my desk for two days, three days, four days, five I have to take it back

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It's the verbal equivalent of tearing at each others clothing, Of fumbling fingers on collars and buttons and hemlines, And it's freezing outside, so cold my lips are blue, But it's summer in my head, My teeth chatter and my skin crawls It's delightful And delicious And divine I prop myself up on the words you give me, And curl myself around them at night Sometimes I keep them in my pocket, But they're secrets, they belong to me, It's delightful And delicious And divine

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So I draw a picture. And wonder if you'd like it. And wonder if you think I'm good or if you're a brilliant artist and I may as well be drawing stick figures. In the dirt. And if you think of me. At all. And if you still thought I was pretty when you saw me without makeup. Or if you really thought I was pretty to begin with. I wish I could say you have amazing eyes or something like that but I don't even remember your face. I was always too scared to really look at you. Basically, what I'm saying is, I wish I had listened when I had the chance. Because now that you're gone I realise I barely know you at all. And I know

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I'm tired of hiding tears, Hands balled into tight fists and fake smiles, A thousand "I love you"s scribbled in a notebook I keep under my pillow Handwritten letters stacked neatly on tables, One for each day since I left The things I want to tell you would kill you The things I am able to kill me It's so exhausting to fight, I wish I was weak I play the part of the damsel in distress in my mind so well I could sleep for days Dreaming of tragedies, of accidents, Tales so horrific they make my toes curl And all because the idea of hollow eyes, torn flesh, Of stiches in my wrists, and a delicate frame, Seems so romantic.

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