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11:11

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Published: Apr 14, 2010

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_{tonight i got over that fear
of sleeping with the lights on
because i was scared of what
was lurking in the dark inside me.

demons drink and catch my
tears in jars under the bed and
i look up to neon red letters,
bleary-eyed: '11:11, make a wish'.

so i wish you loved me just a little,
just a little more from your heart.
you know i almost always wish
i could be right where you are.

i feel like a weed trying to
fit in among the wildflowers;
the weedeater whispers, 'you
are not fooling anyone.'

the headphones ask me where
you are but it also knows you are
12 or more flags away
where you sleep right now.

i try to disappear but your voice
could crush even insubstantial
hearts and hollowed souls.
especially ones that are mine.

i wish you were not so many
miles away so you could
break my lips or kiss my heart;
i know you do it so much better in person.

i wish i were whole, so i'd deserve
your love and maybe then i wouldn't
be so easily abused. i hope you
are more substantial than i ever was.}

_{it's 11:11 and i have too many things to wish for again.

i wrote this about a week ago in a rough-draft way, i just completely rewrote it.

break me down, bury me, bury me}