Wednesday, February 8, 2017

jack1



I didn't plan on sending you this,
but seeing as there's no way you'll read this now...
I suppose I've got nothing to lose.


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There was this one time when we were smaller.
Your eyes were the size of giant saucers
and I swore that I could get lost in them.
I got this overwhelming feeling of nostalgia
just by staring into your o c e a n eyes.
I imagined that there was a house on an island somewhere far beyond your sea.


S o p h i e, my dear, dear S o p h i e.
Don't you know we were supposed to die t+o+g+e+t+h+e+r?
Our graves would be sidebyside.
And the maggots that ate at your flesh would eat at mine.
We were meant to take our last breaths at the same time.
To stare deep into each others hearts and rest there forever
Even when they've stopped beating.



But you couldn't say no, could you?
You had to pickup the fucking needle.
And I had to finish off that bottle of brandy.

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That day we were supposed to have lunch.

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Maybe even go...
We were probably gonna go....
I just...



I just really wanted you to go to
with me.
Maybe even go to the park.
We were probably gonna go to the park.

And
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And...


Instead we spent the afternoon worrying.
About satanic ska concerts.
About the Loch Ness monster.
About how long it would be before the doctors brought you back.


Those saucers of yours.

They




Rolled




Rolled.



Rolled


far back into your
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Just DYING resting there for a while.
I thought for a second that you were playing a game.
maybe hide — and —seek.
Or perhaps you were,
e x a m i n i n g — the — ridges.
You know,
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and gel filled spaces in your brain.


So I just
w a i t e d.

And sat like that for
h o u r s.



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HOPINGHOPINGHOPING that your

own

p e r s o n a l

oceans



would surface.

And its tide would consume me once again.


But you never opened your eyes.
And I felt my heart d
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s h a t t e r



against the pit of my stomach.




And me?

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I had to finish off that last bottle of brandy.
rest in peace.
love jack.

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