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  i fumble my hands,

  i try not to pick at my nails.

  i am still wearing your nail polish,

  and i'm scared that if i scratch it off,

  it'll really be the end.

  you do not look at me,

  no one looks at me.

  in a sea of people i call my friends,

  i am surrounded by cliffs which

  rip holes in the sides of my ship.

  in a sea of people i call my friends,

  i am alone.

  i scrape the red off my nails,

  and clean the blood off my nailbeds,

  my fingertips still shaking.

  i am no longer wearing your nail polish,

  you are no longer mine to laugh with.

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i fumble my hands, i try not to pick at my nails. i am still

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hyperion*

poetry · hereisathing · updatescasuallyaftertwomonthsofradiosilence · bcwhynot · quote

*nerium* · 9 years ago
bruh...you have risen.
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hyperion* · 9 years ago
i have risen but also haven't written anything new in weeks (this is relatively old), so perhaps the rise was short-lived
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i fumble my hands, i try not to pick at my nails. i am still

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