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pour into the blank space
where children laugh in your face,
where wild poppies stumble with grace.
feel your mind rot at a steady pace,
delicate fingers tangled in lace,
petals falling from wounds, without a trace.
run into the sunset's embrace;
do anything to get out of this place.
on a hot summer day of popsicles and cantaloupes
we're on the asphalt playing tag and pushing swings;
my pigtails bouncing from skippers and jump ropes.
i'm wearing suspenders and a bow tie
and you're in a baby blue dress with sunflowers in your hair
and there are gems in the corners of your eyes.
we're walking across balance beams and meeting halfway
but the sound of 80s music blaring
from the windows of my mother's voice is calling me away.
i look into the young sunshine in your eyes that lured me to stay.

on a rainy spring day of dr. seuss books and board games
we're under a blanket fort making shadows and telling secrets
with our minds getting so lost in stories until we forget our names.
i'm clenching my pink teddy bear, in love, yet in fear,
and you've glow sticks and their light in your hands
let's dance and go crazy, you whisper in my ear.
we're singing into hairbrushes and playing dress up
but the sound of the doorbell ringing
from your father's door taunts us, saying we obsess too much
but we don't care.
you kissed me for the first time and i knew without it i'd be messed up.
my hips ache for her arms around them.
my hands tremble for her hands to hold them.
my cheeks burn for her lips to kiss them.
my knees stumble for her feet to guide them.

my head falters for her shoulders to ease it.
my heart hungers for her love to feed it.
how am i to be strong
when your arms are what keep me together?
how am i to reach for the sky
when the galaxies are in your eyes?
how am i to stay calm
when your hands keep mine from shaking?
how am i to dream big
when the touch of your lips keep my head in the clouds?
how am i to be heard
when your voice speaks for me when i'm too scared?

how am i to love myself
when i love you more?
we're in the woods. i'm laughing at the songs of the summer hurricanes and shoving drowned geraniums down my throat while you're teaching me to count in korean. as you point to infinity i notice you've got saturn's rings wrapped around your finger. i'm winding the key to your music box heart but the cosmic streams of supposed serenity sound a lot more like the naked nightmares resting on my pillow. i look into your eyes through your kaleidoscope glasses and realize: you're blind. the rainbows in your shattered spectacles begin to fade away as we enjoy 20 seconds of ambrosia and bacchanalia. the familiar dissonance of the chords in your voice only remind me that the symphonies of saturn left you broken.

how many melodies must i hum in consonance into your hippocampus to make you love me?
unfinished, i may come back to edit from time to time.
somehow, i find myself happy when i hear your laugh.
you may not be inspired,
but you are an inspiration.
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