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that one time you were too sad to tell me.
Maybe beauty only exists in my heart every time I think of you
Even though your face gets ugly every time you speak of me
But I find that gorgeous too
Because even though I’ve lost you, I still love you.
I don’t cry at this one. It is so beautiful that my skin becomes covered in goosebumps as I read, but I’m too busy wondering if it’s written about me to cry.
Hopingit was written about me.
It can’t have been, of course. It’s impossible. But, ah, the hope is killing me. I just hate whoever invented hope. Saint Hope. Hope is the devil.
Is it too late to start believing in God again?
Or for the first time?
I just keep reading her poems, Skye waiting patiently next to me, holding on to me in case I fall apart again. In case I fall more apart. I catch him reading over my shoulder. He sniffles loudly at several parts, but I’m not crying anymore. I am just numb. In awe of her talent, destroyed by her words.
This is her soul, raw, open, exposed.
My soul recognizes hers.
But finally this, this is the poem that breaks me:
Multiverse
There is a world in the multiverse
Where you don’t hate me
Where I haven’t broken you
And we are still laughing on autumn leaves.
And even though in this universe
I have everything I need
Sisters, a dad (a real one), a job
Half a brain, half a heart
Everything I could need
Even though there is a me in the multiverse
Who was never hurt
Who was loved
Who didn’t lose
the first fifteen years of her life
to a madman
