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every time i close my eyes i hope i see you there. among the terror and the tragedy of my dreams i pray to the god neither of us believe in that you might be there, that i might see your face.
are you real, i beg, mouth unmoving. you know i’m not, i say back, using the echo of your voice i can’t remember anymore.
summer on the horizon, looming like a beast waiting to strike. humid heat and screaming insects, unbearable nights and worse days, minuscule remnants of you in everything i am.
memories of coming home, my grandparents faces twisted in grief, the drop in my chest of knowing, knowing. a fight, a crash, a death.
a reprieve from my terror, a dream of you, nostalgic for a time before, before, before. riding in your jeep home from school, music blasting so loud it made the judgmental neighbors shoot you dirty looks. irresponsible, they’d say with a glance, a bad influence. i wonder what you’d say if you know they were my favorite band now.
it’s you, it’s you, it’s you.
i reach out, desperately needing a second more, just a moment that i can pretend. tears fall from your cheeks, and you return to the stardust from whence you came, one note at a time.
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Sleep
bro ur writing is so good. Especially the line about wondering what they'd say abt them being ur fav band now. That hit so hard.
thank you!! i’m glad that line stuck with you— it’s one of the bigger ‘what if’s’ i have for some odd reason, like him knowing that i love mcr and still listen to bullets when i’m sad would cause some kind of change? it’s an odd feeling, hard to describe
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