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Poetry Collection

Lauren Greenslet


Intensity, No. 4

“And my feelings have diverted so far from you.”

My fingers had started to crawl over my forearms, reaching for a reason to convince you to stay.

The ringing in my ears silenced for only a moment so I could recall the memory of hearing you laugh for the first time 

It was like my brain shut off completely, to allow the burn of shock to settle beneath my skin without distraction

My eyelashes buried my tears, eyes closed shut so tight as to not let the last time we speak be one where you make me weak like all previous occasions

When we started holding hands 

When we didn’t keep the secrets we should’ve 

When we both were crying over the same song for different reasons

When you told me the story of your dad, your favorite camp, the first time you heard girls in a romantic way, the first time you heard her voice before mine and how it’ll never compare now that we were one

I sat in my dimly lit room with those nine words whilst my body conjured up a way to keep you at a distance unlike all the times before. 

You broke all the walls down, so why keep that last one up?

My lungs finally collapsed, my chest deflating and

the last bit of held in air forced out the word 

“Okay.”

Tidal 

A soft ocean breeze.

Or the ocean and the breeze, kept apart, at a distance, represented separately

But all at the same time coexisting and intertwining

The ocean being me

And my ever-changing, scattered, unpredictable, catastrophic tides

The breeze being you

And your endless pushing

Distance

it would be best to stay here

alone

without you

it would be best to not call

words make things so complicated

it would be best to not think about it anymore

i still find a way to you, regardless

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