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Be MineI hate him because I love him.
He's breaking my heart with his existence.
I want to run my fingers through his hair.
I wish he was mine, I'm already his.
He's has no clue at all about this.
I can't bring myself to text him "hello"
Or even hug him when I see him go.
He's the reason I feel so low.
I love you, I love you
Will you be mine?
Fragment 2My abdomen was killing me.
I searched around the bathroom for aspirin. I swallowed it dry.
I stumbled over to the kitchen for something to settle my stomach, knowing my gut really had nothing to do with the pain; but choosing denial anyway.
I found the living room and collapsed onto the ragged, burgundy couch. The cushions' springs squeaked beneath what little weight I had left. I smiled at the dark humor in my situation.
Fragment 1I looked up to see what little light there was in the room. It didn't reveal anything but itself. Preparing myself to rise, I breathed slowly for a few seconds, then slid up the unfamiliar, concrete wall. I shivered in response to its frigidness on my skin. (One could say I'm accustomed to cold. But there's a unique despair to the feeling, I believe.) I anticipated a low ceiling and was disappointed. I had unconcsiously closed my eyes. I opened them. I could see more standing than seated.
Nine TimesI saw him nine times.
The first time we were both sitting in the room together, getting ready to take the math test that would determine our placement. I was scatterbrained and throwing things around, trying to find the pencils that I had known I would need but had still just tossed in my purse. He was lounging backwards in his chair, looking for all the world as though he didn’t have a single care in the world, including the upcoming test. It annoyed me, that I was frantic and ready to scream, while someone else could be that relaxed.
I tested out of the class.
I don’t know if he did.
The second time I saw him, it was a few months after I arrived on campus. He was the one rushing and frantic this time, running across the square. He was probably late for class, though I had no way of knowing for sure. I was already lost in my own thoughts and ideas, deciding on my major and convincing people that yes, this is what I really want to do with my life. If they weren
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