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this is to a boy
made of bones
and hound skin

to a person who can't see the ocean
or hear the wind blow through the forest

for one who cannot love the air or the sand
who only digs himself into the ground,
and then complains that the sky is too far

this is to polar ice

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well, the guy that i wrote this about is trash and I'm glad that i realized that i hate that i thought that i actually "loved" him or that he actually "loved" me he doesn't deserve this book of poems written after him, but i do. 

here's to me! and here's to all the other girls out there who've been in shitty relationships with someone who only cared about their own needs and basically used you for sex, emotional needs, or something other than the fact that they genuinely love you. to all the girls who've been in a manipulative or emotionally abusive relationship. to all the girls who've been in abusive relationships or who were pressured into things that they weren't comfortable with by someone who is supposed to respect them and what they feel comfortable with. to all the girls who have left and to all the girls who are still there and don't know what to do. you all deserve the absolute best you deserve absolute love absolute joy absolute peace absolutely every good thing the world has to offer. you're beautiful, worthy, amazing, extraordinary, and you will get what you want out of life. i'm here for you. this is for us! 

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