From First to One Thousand, Six Hundred Thirty-Third
FIRST TIME i saw you
you were just another face with a name attached to it with a little string, like the label on a jar of olives or fruit preserves.
SECOND TIME i saw you
that extra second of eye contact, a blink, a single flutter of a butterfly's wing, that was decided against, made years of difference.
THIRD TIME i saw you
i started talking to you, and i liked it, and i liked it, and i liked and liked it.
FOURTH TIME i saw you
i realized i had to change myself if you were gonna keep talking to me. hey, no problem. consider it done.
FIFTH TIME i saw you
i was no longer me, but you seemed to like it, so i began to believe that the me that wasn't, actually was. and so i became...
SIXTH TIME i saw you
anything you said, i would echo for you, oh-so-willing. i molded, carved, welded and burned away my mind to serve as your tape recorder.
SEVENTH TIME i saw you
you started keeping me up at night, staring into the rich, velvet, palpable darkness, every inch feverish and waiting for you to manifest.
EIGHTH TIME i saw you
i started imagining the most fantastical conservations between us, conservations that would never happen save for trapped inside my febrile mind.
NINTH TIME i saw you
i finally admitted to myself that i had it for you, and bad, too, but you would never know and you never knew.
FIFTY-SIXTH TIME
was when i could finally sleep again at night.
SEVENTY-THIRD TIME
was when you stopped pulsing through my dreams.
ONE HUNDRED FIFTY-NINTH TIME
was when i finally got myself back.
TWO HUNDRED FIFTEENTH TIME
was when my heart stopped bursting when you laughed at something i said.
TWO HUNDRED NINETY-SECOND TIME
was when i stopped looking at you just for the sake of looking at you.
SIX HUNDRED FIFTY-FOURTH TIME i saw you
you were more than just another face with a name attached to it with a little string, like the label on a jar of olives or fruit preserves. but not much more.
ONE THOUSAND, SIX HUNDRED THIRTY-THIRD TIME i thought about you
i smiled sadly and shook my head.
it was me, not you. all of it was me.
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comments! always good to have those.
if you've got criticism, try not to make it that harsh...first time i've wrote about this since three years ago...
you were just another face with a name attached to it with a little string, like the label on a jar of olives or fruit preserves.
SECOND TIME i saw you
that extra second of eye contact, a blink, a single flutter of a butterfly's wing, that was decided against, made years of difference.
THIRD TIME i saw you
i started talking to you, and i liked it, and i liked it, and i liked and liked it.
FOURTH TIME i saw you
i realized i had to change myself if you were gonna keep talking to me. hey, no problem. consider it done.
FIFTH TIME i saw you
i was no longer me, but you seemed to like it, so i began to believe that the me that wasn't, actually was. and so i became...
SIXTH TIME i saw you
anything you said, i would echo for you, oh-so-willing. i molded, carved, welded and burned away my mind to serve as your tape recorder.
SEVENTH TIME i saw you
you started keeping me up at night, staring into the rich, velvet, palpable darkness, every inch feverish and waiting for you to manifest.
EIGHTH TIME i saw you
i started imagining the most fantastical conservations between us, conservations that would never happen save for trapped inside my febrile mind.
NINTH TIME i saw you
i finally admitted to myself that i had it for you, and bad, too, but you would never know and you never knew.
FIFTY-SIXTH TIME
was when i could finally sleep again at night.
SEVENTY-THIRD TIME
was when you stopped pulsing through my dreams.
ONE HUNDRED FIFTY-NINTH TIME
was when i finally got myself back.
TWO HUNDRED FIFTEENTH TIME
was when my heart stopped bursting when you laughed at something i said.
TWO HUNDRED NINETY-SECOND TIME
was when i stopped looking at you just for the sake of looking at you.
SIX HUNDRED FIFTY-FOURTH TIME i saw you
you were more than just another face with a name attached to it with a little string, like the label on a jar of olives or fruit preserves. but not much more.
ONE THOUSAND, SIX HUNDRED THIRTY-THIRD TIME i thought about you
i smiled sadly and shook my head.
it was me, not you. all of it was me.
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comments! always good to have those.
if you've got criticism, try not to make it that harsh...first time i've wrote about this since three years ago...