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there was a time in the middle of the disarray where I smiled
it was winter
we were outside the building
pretending to dance in pretend snow
under frosting trees
on frozen grass
I still remember the insignificant noises the grass made
under our shoes
and the unanimous squeaking, the easy adrenaline
that made our cheeks red
the habit of staring at his lips ever present
as we made our way across the schoolyard
sometimes I wonder if I can still bury my head in his chest
pretend it was so cold
he needed to wrap his arms around me, he
was always hesitant at that point
knowing someone had done it before him
and I said, looking just above his eyes
"it's okay." like it was
we were outside the building
pretending to dance in pretend snow
under frosting trees
on frozen grass
I still remember the insignificant noises the grass made
under our shoes
and the unanimous squeaking, the easy adrenaline
that made our cheeks red
the habit of staring at his lips ever present
as we made our way across the schoolyard
sometimes I wonder if I can still bury my head in his chest
pretend it was so cold
he needed to wrap his arms around me, he
was always hesitant at that point
knowing someone had done it before him
and I said, looking just above his eyes
"it's okay." like it was
Published 28th Oct 2011
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28th Oct 2011 1:31am
That feeling of pretending, of living with the fact that you're not convincing yourself or someone else, of not being able to meet someone's eyes, it makes this piece very human.
