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iii. three letters meant to burn

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Published: Nov 4, 2014

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^{my friends don't know me like they think they do. i am a shadow on the back of a raindrop, hanging on by a thread and just barely, barely there. (they don't seem to see that i fade; i brighten only when the sun shines, and that's not often, here.)} i. i fall in love all at once. i can feel it in my chest, an aching and a burning that lights my limbs and curls my fingers against my heart-line. i leave behind crescent-moons that move the oceans in my veins; they come spilling out my eyes and i do nothing but let the aftermath cascade into chaos. it is the least i owe myself, i think. (i cannot love like they do: in all capitals, in italicized tongues; it does not feel the same to me. i am not here to scream my feelings to the wind, and they do not want to be heard. they don't understand that.) ii. some of them are artists. some are poets. none of them are the in-between state that is i. (i am alone - not one out of a million, one out of one. two. one half of the world, a starving artist for each partner. and i can't forget my daily dose of reality, no matter how much it pains me to swallow. [who the hell ever wanted to live in what was real, anyway? i can say honestly, i don't understand.]) iii. they have not learned how well anger can be bottled. fold up the looks. the comments. the way things flow around you like a rock in a river even if you want to jump right in. forget that it hurts (if you can), and bottle it. stuff it in a suitcase and sit on top to lock the lid. (and i take it because i cannot give it back today, but someday, i will - and it will be a massacre of swearing and sweating tears and i don't care. i ache for the day when i will learn to stop speaking in riddles.) ^{. i breathe only to breathe out again. in - . . . - and out.}