She is a year ago.
She is the ache in the empty,
the first time you changed your mind
and the last time you were sorry about
She is a city sleeping beside you,
warm and vast and familiar,
yawning and stretching,
and you have never. You have never.
You have never loved someone like
She is your first stomach ache.
Your first panic attack and your
favorite cold shower.
A mountain is moving somewhere
inside of you, and her handprints are
all over it.
Here. Here. Here, you love her.
In the fractured morning, full of
too tired and too sad, she is the first
foot that leaves the bed.
She is the fight in you, the winning
and the losing battle
floating like a shipwreck in your chest.
When they ask you what your favorite
You will say Her.
You will always say Her.
- Caitlyn Siehl, "Her. Her. Her"
. About Moi .
I love, love, love flannel sheets and I am really passionate about lists on post it notes and most of the time I'm sad that no one else is as excited as I am about Diet Mountain Dew. I also adore run-on sentences.
He saw her before he saw
anything else in the room.
- F. Scott Fitzgerald
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