coming up

by thistle

just as soon as i decided to let this boy in, he has chosen to push me out.

i think i shall be done with boys for a while.

"i lower my eyes

wishing i could cry more

and care less,

yes it's true,

i was trying to love someone again,

i was caught caring,

bearing weight..."

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Oh, I completely agree. I rather enjoy the complete anonymity that we share while being friends who see eachother's darkest parts.

Once again, its very poetic. We know so much more than most, but so much less than most at the same time.
Does it ever catch you as odd, that our lives follow such similar courses? Often I read a comment you have left, follow it to your page... only to see my own problems written back at me in much more eloquent writing and from an ever so slightly different angle.

You make me feel like we are two characters in separate books that sit side by side on the bookshelf. We'll never be a part of one another's story, and yet we read each other and see ourselves.

Were life a movie, we'd fall in love and not realize we were one another until the dramatic climax. Wouldn't that be funny? Literally writing about one another, reading each other's thoughts, and never knowing that we were not only writing about us, but reading about us as well?

It makes me curious almost to ask your name and your city.... but that would ruin the movie, wouldn't it?