me this halloween
can we still talk about twilight on here
I imagine being states, continents, and even worlds apart but still remembering you, being you halfway around the world someday
siempre estás en mi mente
in a language that doesn’t have the word ‘love’ I say
“I still have the receipt from the film we watched on
our first date” I say “I bought four red sweaters after
you told me it was your favorite color” I say “it’s been
exactly two hundred and twelve days since our last kiss”
I say “last week, in a hotel room, the complementary
pantene shampoo was the type that you use” I say “I walked
around smelling like you and nobody else cried over it”
I say “yes, I’m still crying over it” I say “the other day
somebody’s ringtone went off in class and it was the same
noise you set for your alarm and it took me a minute
to figure out where I knew it from” I say “I’m terrified
of someday not knowing where I knew it from” I say
“every poem I write nowadays is about the same thing”
I say “I’d almost give up writing altogether if it meant
we could try again” I say “please” I say “please” I say
“please.”
another untitled poem where I’m exceptionally loud about how much I love people // WRITTEN BY CAITLIN CONLON
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lets buy a disposable camera and go to abandoned buildings and take shitty pictures of eachother all day
What does it really matter who said "I love you," first if I am the last to hang on?
Excerpt from a book I haven’t written yet