i
keep
thinking
you should
be taking up
spaceinmyapartment,
claiming a side of the bed
and the couch, getting up in
the middle of the night for a glass
of water. becauseyoumake sense here
in the soft afternoon light of my living
room, in my hands, in my heart. it's like i
had been running for so long that i had
forgotten how to stop my legs until you came
along, until you reminded me of what it was like
to pull air through the
e n t i r e t y o f m y l u n g s
and not just into the first two inches, until you
told me that you think i can be doing so much
more- that i deserve a life bigger than the
city limits of this missouri town. you are
endless possibilities and unfathomable
potential, the slow simmer to my
constant movement. please don't
stop loving my weak arms and
the heart i have patched to
my sleeve. please don't
forgettocomebacktome.
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