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a brief history of us.

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the atlantic gave birth to you like a tsunami. late nights spent buying tiramisu for pretty girls with green eyes. playing with her fork like she was sewing the seams of clouds together.
we spent too long floating on hardwood floors with blankets wrapped tightly like a second skin, trying to protect things that might someday be broken. using fear as the only insurance against heartache and loneliness. pretending like we weren't already familiar to those things like we were to crumbs on kitchen counters, so we swept loneliness beneath the rugs and told it to stay. we were using words like forever without being able to count the distance between each letter.

the atlantic was gathering waves like pennies dropped on sunday streets, picking up the pieces of what you would be before even the notion of you was formed. you came from this: heavy breathing and maps of california, red nails and a place to stay that was never in reach. you came from too many empty bottles of vodka that were downed in an attempt to feel anything. you came from forgetting words, forgetting how to speak. from being wasted, in every sense. from the first words we said to each other, fumbling fingers over blackened keys. you came from this. from not knowing your own name, the hands on the clock melting into the next morning, fast food and white sand. you came thundering through us like the storms that cut connections carelessly, rolling like the wheels of artic trucks, swiftly shaking through the winds. you came from hearing your name being said for the first time and late nights spilling tears through phone lines. you came from the fear that you once used as insurance being shed like you shed your clothes and kisses with eyes closed. the world standing still. you came from this. truth.
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