pinkteddy on Witty Profiles

Your words used to vibrate my heart
rather than my eardrums.
Every time your fingertips
brushed against my skin
my blood sped faster.
and with every kiss
you planted on my lips,
my mind shook looser
and looser within my skull.

Now you speak to her
and your words rip through my heart
before they can even reach my ears.
and each time your palms come
within an inch of her arms
my blood races itself so quickly
that my body flashes a bright red.
If your lips were to touch hers
i am almost certain that my brain
would detach itself all together.
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I never realized that with each stroke of my stomach
you were planting rocks in my lungs,
so that in four days time i would not be able to breathe.
You were slowly seeping your way into my pores
with every time your arms crept around my waist.
I can't believe i never felt you delving into my organs
when you kissed my lips 10 47
198 times.
You had hidden yourself well within my skeleton,
and if i had known, i would have never let you burrow so deeply.
And now you've managed to find your way out of my life,
but i'm still shedding bittersweet memories of you like dead skin.
No matter how thoroughly i exfoliate,
it is impossible to extract you from my bones.
Your hello is wrapped around each of my hair follicles
like an ever growing vine. and i am sweating hints of your smirk.
I try to cover you on my nails with paint
but your flawlessly toned arms are reflecting through my cuticles.
I cannot look at myself in the mirror without smelling your deodorant.
Why is it that you can leave me but i have no chance at escaping you.
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I guess one day you dropped a vial of rainbow colored sparkles all over your hands, and I was the lucky blue one that you couldn’t wash away. You know, the one shimmer you catch in a certain light 3 days later and think why is it so difficult to shake these off? But it didn’t take long before you accepted that there would be a constant glint by your left thumb nail, and I took comfort in believing that you had stopped trying to scrub me away. For so long, I had the undeniable pleasure of clinging to your skin when you held your spoon in thought before you took a bite, and when you used your hands to drum beats onto your thighs. I was there to get soaked when you wiped away your tears, and when i accidently stuck to your cheeks you never left me behind. I always found my way home to three millimeters away from your roundest freckle.

But one day you started forcing me into the depths of your pockets along with three quarters and six pennies. I’d never been more bewildered because you once told me that you hated carrying spare change, and I had let you you know that I was afraid of the dark. I think this may have been the beginning of the end. I can’t say that I felt myself being shaken loose, because I didn’t. I honestly thought that I was superglued to your pores, until the day you finally exposed me to the light and I couldn’t figure out where I was. But then you lifted your palm and placed it on her jaw, and immediately I felt myself falling. I was plummeting to the ground and I had no way to stop myself. For all this time I trusted that I was a lucky blue sparkle - your lucky blue sparkle - but now I’m stuck with broken bones, laying amongst neverending piles of gravel, and I’ve never felt so incorrect.

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I always told you that
you should chase your dreams.
I’m not sure if my
lips were too enveloped in
the clouds for you to kiss
or if i walked at a pace
that you couldn't quite keep up with,
but I never caught you
sprinting after me.
I refuse to believe
that I wasn’t your dream.
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I was never an ‘open book.’
The covers created by my skin were
sealed shut with cotton blouses and jean shorts.
but I gave you permission to flip through all 687 pages of me.
On page 52,
you bookmarked my lungs and it took my breath away.
On page 112,
you read about my palms, and you followed each word with your index finger.
Holding hands had never felt so good.
On page 290,
you smirked in response to my heartbeat
and, I swear, it stopped for a couple paragraphs.
On page 325,
your eyes analyzed every detail of my flaws,
but you still kept me displayed on your nightstand.
On page 466,
you thumbed through a chapter explaining the sound of my voice
and i couldn’t help but sing for you.
On page 656,
you read until 3 am, then tucked me next to a tattered copy of
Looking For Alaska in your bookshelf.
I’ve sat here collecting dust for longer than I can remember.

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12 Reasons Why Missing You is so Difficult

1. You used to rub my upset stomach, but now even that thought makes me feel nauseous.
2. I’ve woken up singing ever since I met you, but I never imagined the lyrics would get so dreadful.
3. You could be biting your nails until your cuticles drip red but I can’t be there to stop you.
4. I have hardly spoken your name since you left, but when I try my throat catches fire. I can’t tell if it’s from the syllables or the tears.
5. I remember when I used to block the world out until there was nothing but you. Now I am blocking you out with the world. This isn’t how it was supposed to be.
6. If I got the chance, I would use my tears to keep you hydrated. But they have been going to waste.
7. I thought we would be driving town to town in search of ice cream parlors for the rest of our lives.
8. You know all of my favorite love songs, but you don’t act like it.
9. I dragged my aching limbs all the way to your house just to leave three white tulips and four purple lilacs at your doorstep. I turned around when I saw her footprints on the placemat.
10. I’ve managed to forcefully scrub the taste of you out of my tongue, but you’re still coating the inside of my cheeks. I’m afraid to be in my own mouth.
11. Tossing every stuffed animal and article of clothing you gave me into a wide plastic box feels like I’m tearing out my veins one by one.
12. You share my favorite flavor of ice cream and you’ve watched me nap in your arms. I don’t understand how it is possible for us to simply walk by one another and not say a word.

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