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"One day someone is going to ask you if you’ve ever been in love;
And before you think about the way he said your name,
Remember that it passed through lips that still tasted like her chap stick.
And before you tell them about the time he sang to you and kissed your scars,
Remember how he was out with her the night he left you alone with your razor.
Stop.
Before you think about the way you fit into his arms so perfectly,
And the feeling you got when he fell asleep on your lap, while you ran your fingers through his hair
Remember when he told you that you were too tall, but she was just his height.
That your hair was too boring, and you should cut it just like hers.
Before remembering the sparks that surged through your body whenever he dug his fingertips into your hips, leaving the little half-moons of his fingernails in your skin, and how alive that made you feel
Remember how you felt when he told you that, “without that body, no one would love you”
And before you think that just because you gave him all that you had, it was love
Remember that you deserve to be taken to dances and kissed in parking lots and woken up to breakfast on Sunday mornings and wrapped in blankets on chilly evenings
And when the question comes,
Remember that you deserve the best
And don’t let your answer be anything except
yes, but only with myself."

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Revised.








I actually really don’t like haiku so this is kind of shitty but oh well I tried.



"Poetry is at least an elegance and at most a revelation." -Robert Fitzgerald





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