there is a skyline right above yr heart and i used to fly over it everyday taking in the scenery (a dosage of romantic proportions) and this was one of the better times we had suffered through; you loving me +me.. well, i guess that i loved you. we were both human, both still alive. we hadn't had the chance to break each other yet. and i appreciated the aesthetic attempts you would painfully try to attain to make this little girl feel more important than she really was (is). +i now know that you have forgotten me but it doesn't make any difference; life still flees from the pages of calendars when all is said +done. and oh! how the scars on yr arms seemed to spell out my name. (remember that?).

we broke down in a small diner an hour away from here. it was vintage; our love and our location. we buried all those papers filled with useles equations in a seldom-visited cemetary where the ghosts of everyone we used to be danced by the moonlight in a silent obsession of past regrets. no one could find us if they looked. we fled to the miniature golf course in order to reconstruct what was left of our history, but it was already trapped in books + seperate words. and then it had ended.

we lost.
game over
(i still have not erased the day he disappeared; clear and cold the stars weren't shining brightly enough to match the fire burning in my eyes as his back moved further and further away)

+it was only yesterday that i sat outside +prayed for something to come along +either knock me off my feet or bury me in the ground. because the silence, well, you can only take so much before it starts to make you bleed words +letters that you don't want to. it's a haunting reverie, the kind where the ghosts don't scare you but they break you instead)

(i'm sorry; try control-alt-delete next time. maybe a technological romance is what we all need)

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