Fingertips brushing
Freedom

Scars make regrets
And mistakes are in the past

But dream on
Little dreamer
Keep your hands held out
And eyes open

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Open eyes
And out held hands
Dreaming little dreams

But the past is in mistakes
And regret makes scars

Freedom
Brushing
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When you kiss me
Do you taste
The words left dead on my lips
A mouthful of ghosts?

When you breathe me in
Do you fill your lungs
Then choke me down
Like a shot of whiskey?

When you touch me
Do you trace your fingers
Along the signature
Depression left on my arms?

When you hold me
Do you feel all the pieces
That won’t ever be put back together
Can you tell
That’s the way I was made?

I’m not broken
Because I was never whole
In the first place.

You better kiss me,
your mouth parted and lips
wrecking into the vagabond breath
that escapes from the center of what
I've been talking, and talking, and talking about
all the while you're trying to just shut me up.
So you better kiss me, kiss me
with your hands below my hips
pushing the skin from my bones
and pulling the sins from my mouth
just to spread them on our bodies.
We collide, half-inspired and arching
my back with your hands cupping the dimples
above my tailbone, jumping over my vertebrates,
reaching for my neck to press yourself, harder,
into me. Lights out, sheets to the end of the bed,
I sigh into your ears, XO. Again, and again, and again
gently until I'm bruised and ripened, soft,
pulsing on the verge, releasing our glow
crashing into you, kiss me, kiss me
you better kiss me.

if these walls speak,
they will tell of silent tears,
cried when you are at work

I bid you the best of luck in life.
I promise not to be bitter or hate you.
I wont shed a single tear
Lose an ounce of sleep
Or have a single regret about the time that I gave you.

Because
In reality, you taught me so much about myself, yes you really helped me grow.
& now ive evolved into this beautiful orb of light.... And you cant steal my shine anymore.
So
Ill be dancing in these raindrops.
Ill be singing to the moon.
Im gonna gracefully skip through these
Meadows. And i wont be looking back anytime soon.
I will be stronger than i was yesterday
And stay that way for the days to come. Yes I aim to fly, get my feet from being planted on the ground.
Step one is officially over, theres nothing left weighing me down. Im gonna fly right up to the sun.

Hopefully, one day you will be able to fly too.