I Wrote This for You Page 2
You have to make all of it up. You have to make all of it, yourself.
The Silver Astrolabe
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Wednesday, April 2, 2014
Remember,
There’s a map beneath your skin and all your veins are rivers, there’s directions and instructions written in secret on your bones, there’s a star you can’t see that shines in a North you’ll never know.
And a secret current, beneath the waves, that carries you to the end of you.
The Animal
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Friday, August 3, 2007
The Fragile Arc
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Monday, July 26, 2010
It may have just been a moment to you, but it changed every single one that followed for me.
The Lipstick On The Window
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Tuesday, March 23, 2010
The words “I love you” become nothing but noise. But that’s why we kiss. To say with our lips what we couldn’t before.
The Talk
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Thursday, October 25, 2007
The conversation between your fingers and someone else’s skin. This is the most important discussion you can ever have.
The Dark Room
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Tuesday, November 1, 2011
In this room. With the curtains drawn. With the lights on. The sun shining outside. This is where you hurt the most.
The Remaining Me
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Monday, May 7, 2012
Even after the entire world has taken me apart, there’s still a part of me left for you.
The Art Of Thorns
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Tuesday, October 6, 2015
One day, you’ll realise you can never properly love even one thing, let alone everything.
That’s why you get a little sadder as you get older.
You fall in love a little every day with something new, and so your heart breaks a little every day.
The Sun Burns Out
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Friday, June 3, 2011
I do not know how it ends. Just that I miss you, right before it does.
The Shape Falls At Your Feet
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Wednesday, February 3, 2010
Maybe it’s because you’re one of those people that believes that sometimes, the most reckless thing you can do with your heart, is not being reckless with it.
The Person You Aren’t
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Thursday, September 18, 2008
You don’t have to be the person you tell people you are. You can just be who you are.
The Silver Lump In My Throat
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Thursday, July 3, 2014
I hope you know how long it takes me to learn to talk again, whenever you make me forget.
The Refracted Night
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Tuesday, June 22, 2010
You forget that, in the dark, we must move closer together in order to see each other. You were never alone.
The Leftovers
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Tuesday, February 1, 2011
I made myself from all the love you no longer wanted.
The New Colour
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Tuesday, September 1, 2009
And their shape and their hair and their eyes and their smell and their voice. That suddenly, these things can exist and you’re not quite sure how they existed without you knowing about them before.
The Stillness Of Patience
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Wednesday, December 7, 2011
When you can, let me know how long you’re willing to miss me for.
The World Will End On A Pleasant Day
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Tuesday, September 27, 2016
You will be wondering why no one picked up the paper next to the bin, when the missile breaks through the atmosphere, and whines through the air on its way down.
You will be swimming with friends when the Earth rips itself open to show the stars its beating heart.
You will be returning something at the store when the men in lab coats make a terrible mistake with a deadly virus.
You will be looking into the eyes of someone you love and you will marvel at how the simple act of looking at them makes you happy and so maybe when the world ends, you will be ok with it ending.
The Act Of Living Is Lethal
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Wednesday, January 9, 2013
You forget that even the strongest person to ever live had a weakest day of their life.
The Hole In The Sky
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Friday, April 23, 2010
I’m fine. I just break sometimes. Just understand that if I break, I’m breaking for you.
The Hidden Depths
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Wednesday, April 4, 2012
You’ve got to keep looking for them, even after you find them. Otherwise, you lose them.
The Signal Fire
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Thursday, April 23, 2009
You can never lose yourself so much that I won’t find you and remind you of what it felt like to be here.
The Quiet Room
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Thursday, October 13, 2016
One day, they will make a public holiday called “The Day Of Saying Things You Did Not Say.”
On that day, you will walk into a quiet room and discover someone waiting for you who you have not seen in a long time, and you will be given the chance to say things you did not say during the time you knew them.
This day will be more popular than Christmas.
The Desperate And Confused
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Wednesday, February 5, 2014
Even if you write down everything that’s ever crossed your heart, there will still come a day when none of your words can explain how you feel.
The Purpose Of Love
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Tuesday, July 24, 2012
When I don’t know how I’m supposed to feel, you’re the only person that can remind me.
The Forgotten Feeling
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Friday, November 11, 2011
I know there was something before you. I just can’t remember what it was.
The Last Days
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Monday, April 5, 2010
I just need you to be able to tell people I was here, I felt, I lived and I loved as much as I could, while I could. And that the person that I loved, was you.
The Blooming Night
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Monday, April 20, 2009
Late at night, here is somewhere else. And I wish I was more than your emergency contact number for a broken heart.
The Lantern In The Lifeboat
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Wednesday, November 11, 2009
I am nervous. I’m afraid. But I will stand here in the white hot heat of you. I will play Russian roulette with your playlists. I will tell jokes I’m not sure you’ll find funny. I will hold on until there is no more reason to. And in the end, I will break the stars and resurrect the sun.
The Light Behind Your Eyelids
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Tuesday, August 19, 2014
In your darkest moments, there are bright hands reaching for you and a voice whispering, “Please just open your eyes and see me.”
Even now, I whisper.
The Finite Curve
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Monday, November 22, 2010
You will only be hurt a finite number of times during your life. You have an infinite number of ways to deal with it.
The Sky Is Made Of Wishes
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Thursday, December 15, 2011
On other planets, they look up and wish upon you. Because on other planets, you live on a star.
The Nerve Endings Shatter Like Glass
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Thursday, January 10, 2013
It doesn’t hurt because if you keep hurting the same part of you again and again and again, the nerve endings all die. And when that happens, that part of you goes numb. That’
s why it doesn’t hurt.
Don’t be proud of it.
The Title Screen
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Monday, February 14, 2011
Just pretend you’re in a movie.
Be as brave and as full of love as the main character.
Because we all need to believe in movies, sometimes.
The Medicine Is The Sickness
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Monday, May 31, 2010
If there’s one thing I hate, it’s people who won’t let me in on the freeway.
If there’s one thing I hate, it’s having to let people in on the freeway.
If there’s one thing I hate, it’s waking up to 50 assholes pretending to be me.
If there’s one thing I hate, it’s waking up feeling like an asshole because I yelled at those assholes.
If there’s one thing I hate, it’s people who turn the things I say into insipid greeting card messages.
If there’s one thing I hate, it’s turning a bunch of ideas into a laundry list.
If there’s one thing I hate, it’s that feeling you get when you scratch something new.
If there’s one thing I hate, it’s not knowing what’s wrong with someone and all you want to do is make them feel better.
If there’s one thing I hate, it’s knowing that my mind naturally gravitates towards the negative and not being able to stop it.
If there’s one thing I hate, it’s people who become your friend, to become your friends’ friend.
If there’s one thing I hate, it’s being really busy and using that as an excuse to ignore your email.
If there’s one thing I hate, it’s having to acknowledge that my feelings are my own, no one else’s. And, my responsibility.
If there’s one thing I hate, it’s forgetting that and taking the way I feel out on the world.
If there’s one thing I hate, it’s people who criticise things, who can’t take criticism.
If there’s one thing I hate, it’s going to the same job day-after-day for the same pay.
If there’s one thing I hate, it’s not having a job.
If there’s one thing I hate, it’s not you.
It’s me.
The Chance For Light
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Monday, June 27, 2011
No gods or devils. No angels or demons. No group of people controlling the world. Not the greatest person to ever live. Not the worst. Just people. Just a person. Just like you and me.
The Moths Don’t Die For Nothing
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Friday, June 12, 2009
I’m sure people just kiss each other. I’m sure that sometimes you’re talking and somehow two people move closer and closer to each other and then, they just kiss. I’m sure it happens all the time. But I’m also sure that a kiss is never just a kiss.
The Minutes Of The Meeting
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Tuesday, June 2, 2009
When you finally understand what it meant, the truth will leave your lips. Not as words. But as a sound at the back of your throat.
The Physics In The Air
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Wednesday, June 22, 2011
And I promise you I’ll hold your hand. I’ll sit back and enjoy it. I’ll laugh at lightning. I’ll giggle at thunder. I’ll drink raindrops. I’ll lean into the wind. I’ll see the sun come out. And one day, I’ll cry for a storm that’s passed, never to come again.
The Nothing
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Thursday, June 5, 2008
When love begins, it’s easy to make something out of nothing.
When it ends, it’s much harder to turn that something back into nothing.
The Ugly
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Monday, August 13, 2007
The Soft Crackle
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Thursday, May 8, 2014
Yet love’s like a needle on a record, taking parts of you away as it draws sharply and constantly across the heart, in slow descending circles, just to hear a song hidden in the scratches one more time.
The Car In The River
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Wednesday, June 24, 2009
This is the acceptance speech. The end of anger and denial. I accept that you and I will never be the same again. That while those days will live in my mind forever, they’re over. I hate it. But I accept it. And I’m moving on now.
The Whether Weather
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Monday, June 22, 2009
You think you’re waiting for help. For someone to tell you what the right thing to do is. Even though, at the back of your mind, you already know what that is. So all you’re really waiting for, is a time when you’re forced to do it.
The Same River, Twice
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Monday, May 26, 2014
Everyone changes so slowly, they don’t even know that they have.
And everyone likes to pretend that things are just the same yet they look at you like you could bring something back that’s supposed to already be here.
But home is a time. Not just a place.
The World Changed, Not Me
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Thursday, June 26, 2014
You think I’m unreasonable.
But in an unreasonable world, that’s just how I look.
The Point Of Contact
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Tuesday, September 2, 2008
The Stones Make Sand Slowly
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Thursday, January 9, 2014
If you are lucky, one day you’ll get the chance to have your life defined by how much you loved and were loved by someone else.
The Passing Of Time
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Thursday, April 17, 2008
You are an end product of time. And time will always take its toll. Never regret the price you pay to become who you are.
The Aftershock
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Wednesday, May 6, 2009
But as the rebuilding begins, the memory of you returns. Shaking the foundations, cracking the walls and spilling what’s left of the broken glass into the street.
The Fire Is Where We’re All Born
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Wednesday, April 29, 2015
All the most beautiful things are pulled from the ground.
All the most beautiful things are made in a fire.
All the most beautiful things are hit again and again.
All the most beautiful things are shaped with hard hands.
Nothing about you is ugly.
You are made of the most beautiful things.
The Fading Glow
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Wednesday, May 26, 2010
What you gave me was a reason. Not an excuse. Because there’s sex, making love and fucking. And then there’s you.
The Gun In The Stars
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Thursday, September 17, 2009
Out of 1000 hearts, I had to choose you. One of the comets sent to Earth to burn brightly, explode and turn to dust in my atmosphere.
The Fade To Nothing
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Wednesday, May 27, 2009
As you drift further into the past, my memory of you fractures and splinters until all I can clearly remember is not a picture but a feeling.
The World Shoved Me
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Wednesday, April 21, 2010
And you can tell when you look at them that it’s everyone else who made them this way. Or maybe just, someone else.
The Space Between
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Monday, June 30, 2008
You are the silence between the notes. The white space between the letters. The missing that makes everything else, a something.
The Far From Home
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Sunday, October 12, 2008
I would find you down the line with broken wings, pick you up, and swear that you would taste the sky again.
The Dirt Beneath Fingernails
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Monday, December 12, 2011
Even though cold is colder. Far is further. No
w is longer. Even though it takes so long to dig myself out of you. I still dig.
The Burning Compass
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Thursday, July 22, 2010
My atoms and chemicals could’ve been made anywhere in the universe, but they were made here, near you. Near yours.
The Shop That Lets You Rent Happiness
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Tuesday, November 24, 2009
“This is the one,” the universe assures me from behind the counter.
“But I thought you said the last one was the one,” I reply.