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The Collector MAG
I used to collect things, did you know that?
I used to collect your smiles. I would tuck them away and keep them for days when the rain beat down on the world.
I used to collect your kisses. Each one was so gentle and tender; I would keep them in my pockets and relive the moments, cherishing the fact that I had them.
I used to collect your hugs. I would neatly hang them in my closet, where they would stay until one of those dreadful nights when I woke up scared of the dark and craving you. I would just pluck one out of the closet and wrap it around myself, relishing its warmth and comfort.
I used to collect your wishes. They were so shiny and beautiful, almost as gorgeous as you. Every night I would add my own – only mine weren't for grandeur or fame, but rather for all of yours to come true.
I used to collect your sighs. I would catch them in a bottle as they drifted from your mouth while we sat on the couch, just admiring each other.
I used to collect your touches. Whether it was a little brush of the arm or a timid caress, I would keep it and store it away in a drawer so I could always have you close at hand, even when you were miles away.
Yes, I used to be quite the collector, but not anymore. Not since you left me alone with nothing new to collect.
Now the smiles have cracked, and the kisses are meaningless. The hugs are wrinkled and eaten away by moths. Your wishes have grown dim and are covered with dust. The sighs have gone stale, and the touches have faded.
I used to collect things, but now I just keep them cluttered together in the bottom of my closet. Sometimes I still take them out and turn them over in my hands, remembering days that are no more – but not often.
I used to collect things, you know. But not anymore. Now I'm just a pack rat, with drawers and closets stuffed with useless mementos.
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Every Time I even think of you, all those bad memories just fade away, 'cause your smile's enough, you're enough...
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I pretty much try to stay in a constant state of confusion just because of the expression it leaves on my face. - Johnny Depp
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"The winter I told you icicles are magic, you stole an enormous icicle from my neighbors shingle, and gave it to me as a gift, I kept it in my freezer for seven months. Love isn't always magic, sometimes it's melting." -Andrea Gibson
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How can something as fragile as a word build a whole world?
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"It's always darkest before the dawn." ~Florence and the Machine
I love the metaphors and just the way you wrote this!!! I know break ups are bad, but it was written so beautifully, i can't help but love this!!! Great Job and Keep Writing!!! :):):);)
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"I do not sit down at my desk to put into verse something that is already clear in my mind. If it were clear in my mind, I should have incentive or need to write about it. We do not write in order to be understood. We write to understand." C.S Lewis
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Hey, first I want to say that at first I wanted to roll my eyes. I personally do not like "break up" stories, I know break ups are hard but stories have been retold so many times that they lose their magic.
With that said, this piece is brilliant. You take a new spin on it and the writing is just so good and clever! I just do not know how to praise this well enough. Have nothing to suggest to do.
So even though I hate break up stories, yours is just so clever and good, I loved every word of it:)
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"Love is like swallowing hot chocolate before it has cooled off. It takes you by surprise at first, but keeps you warm for a long time." - Anonymous
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“Laundry is the only thing that should be separated by color.” - Unknown
I will change this every week!
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"If I knew where poems came from, I'd go there"
- Michael Langley, 'Staying Alive'
This was really beautiful, there's really no other way to put it.
(PS- will you check out some of my stuff??)