Punk Rock Pretty Past
Punk Rock Pretty Past nostalgia stories

lunameiThe city of angels woke up my demons.
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Punk Rock Pretty Past

by lunamei

You'll see me in pictures wearing your old band shirts.

and the smile someone else gives me now.

Truth is sometimes I think we can't get rid of everything.

like it minimizes the meaning.

And I don't know how to breathe...

without all of the pieces of myself.

Even the ones that leave my hands splintered and bleeding.

broken glass fragments I pull out and press into napkins.

But I am tired, and weak, and it is 1:00 in the morning.

and just because I think of you, doesn't mean that I miss you.

I'm okay with where I am.

and I'm glad that it's miles from where we were.

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