The Anatomy of Letting You Go

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Part Two:

The legs.

It was a Monday when we first kissed
I remember, because I told you Monday's were my favorite day.

Your eyes lit up in amusement when I told that Mondays were like a redo, a fresh start.
You kissed me then, telling me I deserved the best beginning to my fresh start.

My knees went           , like you had             on your lips. Making me feel           and
                          weak                      alcohol                                                 dizzy          elated.

My knees did that every time we kissed, like I was preparing to be swept of my feet.
Did you know we have 60 bones and 13 muscles in our legs?

Every single on of them           to run after you.
                                       ache

But my         knees leave me                 on the floor staring at my tennis shoes,
            weak                          collapsed

Wondering       I             ever             you.
                   if      could           catch




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  1. UnknownMarch 10, 2014 at 1:10 AM

    I just love the red in this versus the blue in the other post! Very well done! :)

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