covered in frogs
make me sick.
what is this holiday?
I thought I had someone to cuddle this winter,
but I don’t.
covered in frogs
make me sick.
what is this holiday?
I thought I had someone to cuddle this winter,
but I don’t.
just writing your name
I start to cry
alone
in the restaurant
this joyful
beautiful man
plucked from my life
quickly
effortlessly
the bandaid ripped off.
I want to love him more
I want to save him from himself
I want us to be free birds together
the bandaid is ripped off
and the sting
remains
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when I met you
sitting ackwardly
on the grass
chasing the sunshine
remember that day in the park
where we first kissed
warm
under the blanket
and we both went home alone
remember that day in the park
hobbling with cane
black eye
street meat and kisses for dinner
remember that day in the park
where you left me
us both yelling and crying
peeling apart our tangled lives
feel the softness
feel the love we once had
feel the stabbing pain in my heart
feel.
stories
of hearts broken
too young
but they are alive
and I laugh
at their jokes
I am scared
by the suicide attempts
some darkness
I do not have
but I know where the darkness is now
in me
so I can see it
in you
I can see your heart
can you see mine?
feel it.
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