| the trees strewing their hawkish odors-
sometimes i think i am them while i'm sleeping.
i want their longevity,
the stars and their conversation.
i look sideways to my lover,
i feel the forest and the flowers can touch me now. |
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| over two months later in brooklyn.
i've never felt so dead, yet so alive. |
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| i want to forget everything that sits in the dark, sits in the dark like i do on nights like these. nothing between myself and light. travel the world and be alive and truly live. someone to see me as i was meant to be seen, as i see myself in dreams where i am happy and myself. love like the love i give. have head and heart in unison. have the pieces back, put them back together as though they had never broken. to see your tears. to be electrified. to never tire of being held. to never be afraid that you'll let go of my hand. |
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| it came flooding back. it flooded my blood, my lungs, my head. your ghost came through the trees, headed toward me on the sidewalk. were you touching me or was i touching you? |
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