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BottleYou took your first swig when you were too young.Not young enough to be a considered a child,But not old enough to vote.You didn't really want to, but God gave you a mouth for a reason,And He gave you that insufferable need to fit in.You sipped and it burned.The taste burned at your throat and you wanted to gasp out in pain,But you didn't, and you took another drink.After the second bottle, it didn't hurt so much and you started to enjoy yourself.People were smiling at you;People never smile.You felt accepted and wanted so you took one more.And another.And another.You felt pleasantly dizzy now before falling to the floor in a fit of giggles.No one helped you up, but you didn't care and that was all you needed,To not care.They grew out of it as the years passed but you didn't.They could move on from the youthful reckless lifestyle, but you were stuck in a rut.You chased your dreams away with a bottle of whiskey,Kissed your ambition goodbye with a puff of s
Jeremy and SarahAll the pretty things in the world, and none compare to you.He saw her and he thought she was beautiful.She saw him and he struck her like a man strikes gold.She was the stars, but set on fire.He was the moon, cold and distant (to her).He had seen her several times before,Always the same.She hated that, the same.She wanted to be different.He tried so hard to fit in it hurt.The polo shirts squeezed his neck and clawed at his breath.The stilettos slaughtered her feet. All in the name of fashion.She was pretty.He was boring.Yet still intriguing.He hated that about himself.He had no intrigue.She was a time warp, love from five years much in the past.He was affectionate but love didn't exist.Somehow, they met.She was cool, he was ice.She was picture-perfect, he was tousled to precision.They fit just right.Yet nobody was who they were.Nobody was what they were.The game of hearts is short a deck.The love is gone.It never was.They never cared.They