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[mn-harper]

There's a ringing in my ears and it's been here for days-

I feel hollow but whole and dense and heavy, Dragging through each step, Limbs suspended like sandbags There’s a tingling just under my skin My eyes skip around the world in a slow spin, Making my vision flutter and fade away

-harper

[mn-harper]

You've been staring-

pensively at your soup for nearly thirty minutes. But then she walked in and you dropped your spoon with a light clatter that left splatters all over the table. She pulled her chair and pulled you in. Into a frenzy of words, a clumsy apology Sorry, I never texted you. But you smiled and laughed. She's so pretty.

-harper

[mn-harper]

I didn't mean to, but

I smoked that night and saw you under the stars. I held your hand each time I took a hit, your fingers taking the place of cold plastic and glass. The smoke I greedily inhaled hit me square in the chest the way that first smile did, and I choked just as I did on those first few words, when doors opened to a November night and voices reached across space so small yet substantial.  -harper

[mn-harper]

you look at me like I hung the moon,

"I love you," The words hung between us; they took my breath away, and made me feel sick. I pretended not to hear you. I didn't know what to say, but I knew I couldn't say it back; I'm a coward. -harper

[mn-harper]

I want them to be my hands,

those that fret and flow across keyboards and dog-eared pages, leaving only frail words in your homage. I want to be the mountains you call home, the sun that peeks over them each morning and falls behind them each night. I want to be the stars that glitter across a smoky-mountain sky. I want to be every beautiful thing you ever see, every gasp and breathless moment, saving time with shaking hands. I want to be the way you long to see it all again for the first time. I want to be a figment of your idealization, a daydream conquered and locked away.

-harper

[mn-harper]

you use sugar cookie shampoo,

I can smell it when you flip your hair in that casual not-flirty way. you offered me honey-oatmeal lotion when my hands were dry. my heart fluttered in my chest when your fingers brushed mine in the lone hours of the night, when I think about cookies, cakes, and cinnamon. I ask myself what your chap-stick tastes like.

-harper

[mn-harper]

Omg hi mootie

hello angel <3

it's that type of evening where the sky sits back and watches us all go about our lives.

how are you?

-harper