Bits and Pieces

till the light.

i guess this is a poem of sorts. don't let that deter you from reading it, though. 

enjoy.

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It started with a few looks across the room

then we’d talk between scenes.

We’d talk whenever there was a chance

and when they came along,

I would pray I would be able to play them back.

As time started to pass,

the curtains closed one last time,

we reached goodbye.

And now I think of you,

And I’m falling,

deeper, harder with every memory.

But you aren't here to watch it happen.

And when I think of that night,

I close my eyes.

I see your face light up,

I see those stolen looks at me.

The ones that happened between your unsteady chords on the

out-of-tune guitar.

I see the sparks in the cold night air,

I see how we talked until the light.

 

As I wander through the halls,

I think of that hot basement,

I think of how I spent three hours talking only to you.

And I wonder if you felt it too.

Before you, I didn’t know how to talk to someone for so long.

And I wish I could go back.

 

And when I think of that night,

I close my eyes.

I see your face light up,

I see those stolen looks at me.

The ones that happened while I caught the food that fell,

that I nearly didn’t catch.

I see the sparks in the cold night air,

I see how we talked until the light.

 

I told you this was insane.

I asked you what I was doing.

“Why am I here, What I am doing?”

You didn’t say anything,

just like now.

I treated you like we were already friends,

Because I hoped we were.

You should know I'm never as comfortable with someone new,

Never like when I was with you.

 

And when I think of that night,

I close my eyes.

I see your face light up,

I see those stolen looks at me.

The ones that happened on the porch of that far-away house,

the ones that happened at one a.m

I see the sparks in the cold night air,

I see how we talked until the light.

 

And I wonder, if that night, you felt it too.

Felt the sparks in the cold winter air.

And if you did,

Please tell me,

Tell me if you think of that night,

when you close your eyes.

Tell me you see my face light up,

you see my stolen looks at you,

the ones that happened while you talked to the little girl,

Tell me you saw the sparks in the cold night air,

tell me how much you loved that we talked until the light.

Tell me.

Tell me anything.

Tell me you felt the sparks in the cold winter air.

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yeah guys i don't know where this came from. listen to the song stay high by tove lo. it's the song of this chapter i guess.

and before any of you ask, i'm fine. most of this did happen, but i'm doing fine.

writing is my release.

love you all,

alleexxx

p.s i still read comments.

p.s.s. I'm really okay guys this just reads really depressing.