The Hipster Brigade
Saturday, May 17, 2003
 
against all wills

.dedicated to daniel.

there was a boy who stole my heart. a thief with more magic in his type than anyone else i knew. someone thoughtful, surprising and genuine in all his actions. i could trust him with my words, my looks and finally my heart. carefully, i placed it in his hands -- twice the size of mine. i knew there he would keep it safe and perhaps lock it in with his own. together two hearts pumpking faster than anyone's had before. he convinced me that there was love. that it wasn't just another sham. just thee words that have become so little to me. nothing. just three syllables. eight letters. dust. with each breath he danced those words. cautious at first, i was suspicious. surely, this will end but with each day there was just a little something more he would give me. just a bit more.

i began to crave him like a vampire needs blood. i needed his voice to comfort me to sleep. nothing was more comfortable his arm around me telling me everything will be okay and then believing him. the love in my heart falling easy like morning dew drops on freshly cut grass. i couldn't think of a better place to be that with him. each step becoming closer. each word meaning something new. each action bringing me some emotion. i wanted to share everything with him. i thought he was my happy.

i had found my happy before. it lies within me. he made it grow like the cherished Sami's new leafy branches. i was sure if you opened up my chest a light would flash out blindingly across the room. i was sure that if you opened my head there would be stars glistening. my ears full of cupids. it was more than a sick feeling in my stomach. it knocked me out then revived me one more time.
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you never see these things coming.
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