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4:05 PM Scarlet Amour 4 Comments



fear is staring into her eyes before a first kiss. fear is sharing every ounce of fleeting nostalgia that encapsulates your mind. fear is standing outside in the middle of a lightning storm praying to be struck just so you can feel again. fear is falling for inconsistent human beings with inconsistent heart beats that are impossible to keep up with. fear consumes the soul like the fire that consumed her heart and turned it into ash.
fear is finding the courage to push away fear. yet fear is trust. and i have yet to feel fearful. 

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alive in movement

10:35 AM Scarlet Amour 4 Comments



as we slipped through my hands.

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How to unbreak a heart.

10:12 PM Scarlet Amour 8 Comments



- meet someone new
- wash away the smell of our sheets
- delete our songs 
- delete our pictures
 - sell the car we kissed on
- throw away his t-shirts
 - color your hair
- kiss other boys
- find a new crowd
- redirect the pain with a brick
 - consume unlimited amounts of chocolate
- talk to God
 - consult a doctor

you can't unbrake a heart.
- removal

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Airplanes make for good love stories.

8:31 PM Scarlet Amour 4 Comments


a thousand girls. a thousand curls. 
a thousand blue eyes. a thousand tears.  
he said he likes you for your personality. you floated above what you thought you were capable. 
you live for the simple affections.
late night talks, hand written letters covered in scribbled pictures. the taste of irresistible mint teeth upon your lips that you can't help from craving. the smell of that cologne that seemed to perfectly compliment a heartbeat so loud from a magnetic chest my ears were so addicted to. 
we took off hoping to return. so high you could hardly see what seemed like little people so low below you. you've prepared for the moment your entire life to jump, so with risk we fell into never-ending doubt and self consciousness. the wind sucked the air out of our lungs and we struggled for breath so quickly before we realized our ribs were bleeding and our hearts became stale. 
our so called love crumbled like pieces of bread handed out to sinners on sunday mornings.
 I've never liked bread so god didn't save us from our broken parachute. we fell helplessly slammed on what felt like the end with regret. 
all we could comprehend was that dizzying darkness we had always feared. 



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