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These Will Never Be the Words You Are Looking For
Is it Reckless to Not be Reckless?
I found out today that it is harder to speak to you in large places.
It could be how the words bounce off the walls, but seem to miss your mind completely.
Or how the words sound when they aren't spoken in a place familiar to us, and how we exist together; or existed together.
Large places are an odd space to speak of love, or the lack there of.
Maybe it's because both of our hearts are too small to handle the idea of an area more expanse than the lifespan of us.
You seem to change your mind more often than the wind changes it's direction. That's just another thing I learned to love about you, I suppose.
The pattern of the up and down in our relationship, had become as steady as your heartbeat; yet the way you say your words at 1 am are even steadier.
Sadly, the way you say your words so early in the morning with a sleepy dialect, are the words I listen to the closest with the most intense desire for truth.
But they also appear to be the least true.
I searched through each syllable with the false hope you always mentioned, trying to find just one word that would keep me attached for a little while longer.
You always told me that even the toughest knot could be unraveled.