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do I not have
anything else to offer
but poorly worded poems
about the same loss
the same lovers
the same uncontrollable urge
to make sense of
moving forward
ย 
do I not crave the love
the pit of despair that
holds the hand of happiness
to remind it
that forever is not
in the cards
so hold it tight
while you can
ย 
I want to tell him
I wanted to tell him
I will want to tell him
probably
but might never
probably
never will
because I donโ€™t know how to move
anymore
ย 
yes, the past heartbreaks
letโ€™s just let them fucking burnโ€”
Iโ€™m writing this poem
without capital letters
because I like to break the rules
but there were no rules
when you broke me
ย 
and I can teleport myself back
to the exact moments
the exact biomes
where the walls broke down
where God hugged me
the night I thought my heart
might finally die
ย 
how dramatic
how cheesy to use these words
that donโ€™t make sense
just to feel like Iโ€™m actually
painting a picture with letters
of a feeling that
doesnโ€™t own colour
ย 
what does this mean
I think you know
because you have the exact same attic
hidden upstairs in your heart
where words donโ€™t work
where words are worth nothing
where only the photos
stored in the archives of the flesh
complete with smell
and touch
can adequately revive
the dead
ย 
you think youโ€™re ready?
how can you ever
how can you dare
—  5/12/19
itโ€™s a love poem
for the love that has not yet awaken
but I feel rolling over
ready to throw the blankets off
or at least change the sheets
ย 
itโ€™s a love poem
to the idea I have of us in my head
because that picture is so fucking beautiful
and we would be even more
ย 
itโ€™s a love poem
from the brokenness patched with gold
because I do not need you
but I want you
to be whole
ย 
itโ€™s a love poem
to the longing in my soul
for you to be here
or me to be there
just for us to be
somewhere
ย 
itโ€™s a love poem
to the waiting
because I know itโ€™s creating
each of us to be our own
before we share a home
ย 
itโ€™s a love poem
to the unknown
itโ€™s a love poem
to being alone
ย 
itโ€™s a love poem
to you and me
and weโ€™ll see
where it goes
— 

7/12/19