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I thought I was so goddamn lucky
Lucky that in the midst of busy streets and wrong turns and missed trains I met you
Lucky that you loved me
Lucky that everyone else was too unlucky to meet you first
Lucky that I got to wear your scent on my skin like a little kid wearing her favorite sweatshirt everyday
Lucky that I got to kiss you whenever I wanted
Lucky that I got to kiss you at all
Lucky that when I cried onto your t-shirt you never minded
Lucky that you loved me
Lucky that I got to sleep next to you
Lucky to be in love
Lucky to fall asleep on the phone with you and wake up with you still on the line, breathing heavily with sleep in your chest
Lucky that after you hung up the phone you’d rush over to see me
Lucky that I got butterflies and lost my breath even after all those months
Lucky that I loved you so much I’d let you tear me apart

But how unlucky it is to love someone too much,
To be torn apart
How unlucky it is to be so lucky.

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Do you ever realize how badly you’re going to miss a moment while you’re living it? Like wow, these are the good days. I am here and I am happy and I feel alive.

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You’re wearing your last goodbye
on your face like dirty clothing
and she won’t look at you,
she won’t look at you because
she loves you and this means
forgetting, this means closing
every door that leads to
your hands and the
bedpost notches on your spine,
the both of you passing each other
like lonely ghosts in the night
except you held onto her wrist
before she could leave
and she stayed with you ever since.

She loves you so she won’t
meet your eyes or unshackle
her unsteady deer like legs
to get up from the sofa
and tell you to go and fuck yourself
for making her love you
and not staying around
for the collateral