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the in-between by northwesthearts, literature

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the in-between

my days are going too fast too few minutes leaning on my mom watching some silly show my dad picked too much wine on my tongue too many work anecdotes to tell her in one evening when this one evening is one of the few i have with nothing to do curled up on the couch reminiscing star wars and disneyland laughing until we fall over on each other my days are going too slow too few seconds of his lips on mine those soft nights in my living room, and my parents in the other room too much wine warming my cheeks not enough words for too large of feelings when this love and impatience threaten to explode out of my chest curled up on the couch dreaming adventures together, him and i waiting for that moment, two becoming one these days, they go too fast there are too many days i have missed, conversations i haven’t had with that man who sits in his chair, presiding, protecting, and too many days i could have sat with that jersey on, beside him cheering on our team these days, they go too

essential by northwesthearts, literature

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essential

if you die on me i’m going to dig you up and whack you over the head with the shovel there’s that tv show we both like “you have made yourself essential to me” one of the characters says (it’s interesting the way people say i love you without saying i love you) (my mind goes to three bumps against my elbow reminding me you’re there) it’s the way you cook dumping spices into a pot without measuring and the towel flipped over your shoulder “i suppose i’ll have to get used to you doing the dishes in this kitchen” makes my insides do a funny thing that involves leaping it’s the w

vienna coffee by northwesthearts, literature

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vienna coffee

there's a picture on my camera it's everyone around a table and I'm at a distance and no one is paying attention but you've turned and looked at me and I want to keep that look on your face tucked inside my ribcage like a secret seared on my heart coffee is our flowers and you ride with one arm thrown over the back of your headrest and out of nowhere I am struck by how beautiful you are my hand fits so perfectly in yours and I thought that only existed in movies every ten minutes I find myself smiling like an idiot because I remember how it felt when you picked me up and spun me around and it's completely involuntary and I wonder if anyone el

today by northwesthearts, literature

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today

call this a poem, call it a journal entry. call it what you may. it’s february, the twenty-second. and everything i wanted you to say you told me (about three hours ago, actually) and i want to remember everything about this tiny bursting moment a bubble with a shiny new surface lodging itself in my chest and popping that’s the closest i can get to the everything that’s trapped in my ribs, my heart, my toes and i want to remember exactly how you told me and how it wasn’t what either of us had pictured or planned but i think that’s okay as long as there’s us and we’ll see where it goes from her

you would not believe me if i told you by northwesthearts, literature

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you would not believe me if i told you

“you can’t be real,” she says “what do you mean?” he responds “you can’t be real,” she says, and her eyes are closed. “you’re a figment of my imagination. you exist in stardust and sunbeams the specks that float down to earth from comets and fires. i dreamed you,” she says, “because i was lonely and sad and your face appeared before mine and i thought here is where i find my peace.” “if i am not real,” he muses, entwining his fingers with hers, “then how can i do this?” “i am lonely,” she says. “i have imagined this many t

fade to black by northwesthearts, literature

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fade to black

it is literally impossible to make eye contact with you you stare into my eyes while i tell you stories and your rapt attention makes my world feel like it’s a vacuum and i have to wonder if i have as hard a time holding your gaze as everyone else’s or if it’s just the way the crinkles around your smile make my heart feel like a rapidly inflating balloon and did i mention that your eyes are so beautiful oh, i’m fully aware of the cliche but seriously, i’m drowning here it almost feels wrong when i finally pull my eyes away because you’re still staring and i swing back to you like a damn magnet please undo t

north by northwesthearts, literature

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north

i don't know how magnets work (i'll be honest, i didn't pay much attention in science) (they say opposites attract; is it because of poles?) but i wonder if the way they work is something like the way you pull me in eyes i drown in when they linger on mine (i'm always the first to look away) a voice my ears tune into halfway across the room (the compass swings north and i find you staring at me) i wonder if magnets work the way i'm drawn to you because i want to be near you so badly i wonder if that's why i listen to your favorite music trying to hear you through the chords (i don't know what chords are; i didn't take any music courses) if th

roaring twenties by northwesthearts, literature

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roaring twenties

she sits in the backseat of her friend’s car there’s a book of inspirational sayings on her lap melancholy music bleeds through the speakers and next to her her friends soft voice singing along quiet because she doesn’t like her own singing rain races across the glass and she watches a train almost keep pace with the cars on the interstate and she’s tired of trying to ignore the little things she feels for everyone else so she texts her mom an i miss you and she’s tired of trying to ignore the big things she feels for everyone else so she takes every picture she can when her friends stand beautiful in front of he

a little bit funny by northwesthearts, literature

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a little bit funny

you know, it’s funny i don’t believe in love at first sight it’s not realistic in my book but three months ago (you walked into the room and i made eye contact with you and i immediately went “oh no”) this is definitely going to cause problems for me and i was right. now your smile won’t leave my head your laugh won’t stop echoing in my ears you Waltzed into my life and i don’t believe in love at first sight but there’s something about you and for the first time i can’t define what it is can’t pin it down to any one thing (and it irritates me so much because how dare you just

the kids are disappearing by northwesthearts, literature

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the kids are disappearing

they tell us the kids are disappearing we don’t know where they’ve gone the search is frantic yet numb and when we’ve given up it’s as if we had always been standing still the kids are disappearing and we don’t know how it’s happened oh sure, we see the pieces there’s broken glass on the floor in the classroom and casings on the tile catch the fluorescent light there’s a wide brownish spot on the carpet in the bedroom superhero comics on the wall there’s posters on telephone poles and by the bathrooms in walmart there’s a dusty baby doll left behind in the desert sand and scuff mar

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the in-between by northwesthearts, literature

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essential by northwesthearts, literature

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essential

vienna coffee by northwesthearts, literature

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vienna coffee

today by northwesthearts, literature

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today

you would not believe me if i told you by northwesthearts, literature

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you would not believe me if i told you

roaring twenties by northwesthearts, literature

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roaring twenties

saturated by northwesthearts, literature

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saturated

i'm not sure why people wash out the desert in their photographs and style shoots aesthetic, i suppose. they make the sun beat down on their models wearing rust-colored jeans and black fedoras and ripped jeans and the photos are washed out and faded like a world the world left behind to gather dust. but the desert is not washed out. it is dusty, yes, but it is bold full of life and the brightest blooms and that desert sky is not the color of faded denim it is neon in its blue above impossibly red rock and verdant hills leave the saturation bar alone it does just fine by itself.

pentatonic by northwesthearts, literature

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pentatonic

he was the ocean ironic, because he hated the beach his voice held depths and i wanted to dive because i felt that raw pull towards something uncomprehendable but the ocean is too deep and too old and never stays where you want it he was the dawn held so much promise, that golden new day but the clouds came on too quickly dimmed the shine and smothered the dew and i tried so hard to hold on but the sunlight slipped through my fingers like the mountains swallowing up the sunset he was noise and fire and spinning on the dance floor too fast to catch my breath he pulled me in and i couldn't refuse quickly enough and just like that he was gone

sparklers by northwesthearts, literature

glorious by northwesthearts, literature

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glorious

she holds her hands out while she's driving no hold, just her knee propped under the wheel hair flying because she took out that hair clip her friend brought back from thailand hair's messy and gets in her face but tonight she doesn't mind and she's going to be flying soon but she flies now and the songs on her summer playlist blast at full volume and she sings them at the top of her lungs and both hands are stretched out breeze surrounding her because both windows are down and she feels like she's flying and the seven o'clock july sunlight streaming through the windshield is warm and soft and you don't know it but that's how you make her fee