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Words - truth. by Tiney27

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listen:

fall makes me think of leaving and of apple cider, though i never liked apple cider.
but i liked the idea of it.


listen:

two years ago i met a boy as fragile as dead leaves who called me his little spring girl. (i'd always liked autumn the best.) he kissed the two soft dimples on the small of my back and told me helikedme helovedme hewantedme.

and oh, by the way, "everything good must come to an end."


listen:

on our one year anniversary we picked out two pumpkins and i drew elephants on them for us to carve. he cut his out so aggressively that it lost its shape.
lopped off tusks and broken trunks became just a large, jagged hole.

he put a lit candle inside, and we watched it flicker, illuminating the raw edges.

"what is it supposed to be?" i asked him, taking his hand.

"my heart," he said definitively.
like an afterthought.

after that i was too afraid to carve my pumpkin at all.


listen:

the leaves changed, or maybe he changed, or maybe i was brave enough to carve that fucking elephant on a faded pumpkin, weeks too late for halloween. (i screwed it up anyway, the elephant had three legs.)
maybe if he hadn't loved apple cider so much, if he had let the piercing in his lip close up, or if he hadn't cracked between my fingers like dead leaves, he would still be holding my hand.

but somehow i don't think so.
his hands are now too busy holding cigarettes. holding court orders. letting go.


listen:

he left a gallon of apple cider in my fridge. maybe it is still there.


listen:

i kept my ruined pumpkin beneath my desk for a week and propped my feet up on it, but i could never bear to put a lit candle inside.

there was just something entirely too hopeful about watching broken things glow.
más se perdió en cuba.

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stop ruining autumn. by *estallidos is an exciting prose poem with some beautiful lines. ( Suggested by popsicle-culture and Featured by lovetodeviate )
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EchoeNyx Featured By Owner Aug 12, 2014
smh...since the first day i read it 6yrs ago...a masterpiece, and still is. beautiful. 
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Bros-Key Featured By Owner Mar 15, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
You really find it incredibly hard to disappoint me with your literature, don't you? It just keeps getting better.
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me00ws Featured By Owner Sep 13, 2013
"two years ago i met a boy as fragile as dead leaves"

So beautiful!!
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calf2808 Featured By Owner Dec 20, 2012
nice work.
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LifeIsFiction Featured By Owner Nov 30, 2012
"There is just something entirely too hopeful about watching broken things glow." What a perfect statement.
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Russelinpurple Featured By Owner Oct 14, 2012
I´m speechless, awesome :)
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Gamzeemakarahonk12 Featured By Owner Sep 4, 2012  Hobbyist Filmographer
Awesome. nothing else 2 be said.
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PinkisPractical Featured By Owner Sep 4, 2012  Student General Artist
woah! :O Insta-watch and fave!
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do-they-collide Featured By Owner Aug 10, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
your poetry is just incredibly stunning.
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