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The Unraveling of August.
I've wrecked me again, scattered, undone...
and here...
We were foolish to believe and he was simple, then, I could have told him...
underneath me...
but I turned upside down, you see, and tumbled from up above.
Bee stings and southern air, and if I thought I didn't remember, if I thought it was
easier to smile when words weren't spoken...
brilliance is never found in silence and oh, how I knew I was right, how I knew hearts
didn't break when the moon was full...
I forgot to look, through the months that his eyes shone brighter, and I almost stopped
myself because when almost everything is right....
what does it matter?
I wished that he was never enough, though I felt him deep inside, though I rocked through
weeks that confused me, though I slipped through fear alone by his side and Wednesday
whispered her premonitions from skies that were slightly too dark....
too full of August...
for safety.
I wanted him to hold me, just once, when the sky fell, I repeated words over and again and
found myself...
wishing...
I was new...
and I could feel him breathing when I stopped as irony slapped me back to life, I saw the
mirrors crack a little, I saw who I was underneath, I kissed the surface to convince
myself I was still beautiful, despite the changes in my mind....
I knew I loved him, I knew...
I couldn't hold his hand...
so I held onto nothing a little bit tighter, I suffocated circulation, I stopped....
breathing...
and came undone...
because I could still feel August...
and I still...
needed him.
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