I'll use the poems I wrote about you to fuel the bonfire I'm having with my friends and watch the ashes go up and fall back down on them like gray snow
The ashes of the words I wanted to say to you get caught in their hair and makes the smell linger even after the night has died down and the fire is out
I'll cut apart the braclets I made you and use them to make matching necklaces and earrings for my friends and get happy everytime they wear them
The beads I wanted to see on your wrists will shimmer on theirs like a little reminder
I'll play your favorite song for my friends the one you were always humming in class next to me and add it to our shared playlist
The song I'll now associate with my friends
And I'll cut out every part of you from my life and you'll never had existed
Everything that was yours is theirs because there is no more you
And maybe soulmates weren't meant to fall in love but rather to have a connection a silent one an eyes glancing across the room a quiet but so so deadly spark that poured upon with a single word of gasoline could explode maybe we were meant to walk by eachother and say sorry when our shoulders bumped and take a little bit of each other's souls with us when we left and look for each other in the eyes of every stranger we meet and think about the girl we bumped into
Constant comparing and contrasting it's like every stranger I meet I look for you maybe they have the same colored eyes or a similar sounding voice and suddenly I'm in love until I remeber it's not you and again I'm in the back of the classroom and I know I'm not crazy the way you laughed and told jokes in my ear and we never paid attention to the teachers and you borrowed my pen and wore my braclets and smelt of my perfume and suddenly I'm back in my room and I know I'm not crazy the way you'd tell me what you like and what you want to do and suddenly I am crazy and we don't talk and you are a stranger the one I'm looking for you in and I don't know you at all
I want to become a Mandela Effect. Delete my account, delete all posts. Have no trace I existed, but everyone swears I did
No I don't care to please you
I'll dye my hair
And peirce my face
And dress weird
And wear big glasses
Because why would I care
If you care
I'll say what I want
And write what I want
And listen to what I want
And believe in what I want
She placebo on my effect til I feel like something happened
I yearn for a way to go back and redo, I yearn to have my foot in doors of timelines I'll never see. Times when we are together, where we love freely, loudly, we hold hands, and you aren't afraid to admit what we once had.
And I care so much when I write but suddenly i didn't care at the highschool when no one else would yell the cheers louder than me and I didn't care suddenly in the store joking loud with my sister and I didn't care when people thought i was weird because i hang out in the corner and wear dark clothes and makeup and like what I like and I don't care
I use tags once in a blue moon and I post bad writing with even worse punctuation and I edit pictures off of pintrest
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