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Alice Nov 2020
when I tell my mom I feel sick
the first thing she does
is kiss my forehead to see if I have a fever
and
I just feel like
there's a metaphor there somewhere
Alice Nov 2020
you looked as a friend
yet spoke as a lover
talking futures with me
but going home to another
Alice Nov 2020
its getting bad again
I don't know what time it is
I don't know what day it is
I don't know anything beyond these covers
and the
Undone assignments
Unread texts
Unused lifelines

keep piling up
Alice Nov 2020
and maybe one day
someone will see the broken pieces i’ve
managed to glue back into
a heart and they
will admire the stained glass

brush over the unfinished bits and
call me a work of art
Alice Nov 2020
all this hurt is so heavy
but I'm afraid I can't put it down
see I've grown attached to it
no matter how often I drown
Alice Nov 2020
You were the sun
and I, the moon
you loved fierce, constant, burning
and I, quiet, with gentle push and pull
the tide needed me
the forrest needed you

You were the sun
and I, the moon
we collided only in seconds passing
a glance before daybreak
a whisper before nightfall

You are my sun
I am your moon
though the timing is never quite right
I will always love you
Alice Nov 2020
in the end, I suppose
we are all collapsing stars

burning bright until the very end
even if we are alone,
thousands of galaxies away
many don't see us until
we're gone
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