we hardly have just a couple of weeks left for school.
a week of finals, after which, we graduate.
isn't it ridiculous to
come to think of it, how after
all this time, we finally
have to part out ways.
you'll go to yours,
i'll go in mine.
but, primly,
it is the time when
everybody has to pretend like
they loved everybody, deep down,
all along.
funny, isn't it?
it was prom last night, and
i didn't have a date.
not that i cared, anyway.
i spent my day alone, yesterday
with walt whitman's song of myself.
it is a beautiful book.
later, i helped mom with the
sandwiches.
as i had expected, really
nina didn't talk to me today,
all through the day,
although
we did make eye contact for
more than three times.
not that i cared, anyway.
i didn't need an explanation.
i already knew her reasons.
she's your girl, now.
she has her own standards.
although,
mom wants me to join uni soon after we graduate,
i wanna take some time
for myself.
also,
most importantly to try to get over you.
but, i do not know
how to do that.
you are making this so tough for me, T.
even without trying.
and i don't know what to do.
i wonder how it is
to be to like everybody else.
i wonder how it is
without my head mercilessly mocking me with visions, i treasure.
i wonder how it is
to live, like you're not living only to breath.
i wonder how it is
to feel all the pain at once,
and never again.
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Poetryi've never breathed more, as i have around you, but breathing in the same air as you, was suffocating enough to make me want to stop. but, love, you can't just stop breathing like that, can you? [in which, she writes letters to him, letters tha...
