She was thinking about him again. He was one of her closest friends. She wanted to keep him safe. They didn't always keep in touch, but they were always just as close when they talked again. Their lives seemed to always move in opposite directions; hers in a straighter line, his more chaotic. She wanted stability for him, gentleness, kindness and love. She wanted something to be easy for him. She wanted him to be happy. She would have given anything for that.
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A Collection of Reckless Stars in a Small Sky
Poetrythings that happen to me inevitably end up on paper. the emotions seep out of me and flow onto the page. words are scribbled over each other. they tell you about my pain, my love, and my fight to recover who I am. they help me remember where I've be...
