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Little Bird Jan 2017
I think I have discovered something important
Something phenomonal
Gravity brings you in, pulls you down with its long reach
There is no force in the existence that does the opposite of that in any way
But I have found that love is the reverse of gravity
All it does is push the people close to me away
Repulse them really
Little Bird Jan 2017
'Tis a fool to say to be happy is to be in love
'Tis a genius to realize that to be in love is to be happy
Little Bird Jan 2017
If I were to hold your hand in my long skeletal fingers
Hold you tight against my thin body
Kiss you with my chapped lips
Whisper to you in a hoarse voice
Would you stay then ?
Little Bird Jan 2017
We're all made of that same cosmic dust
All of us are made of each other
Linked to our very fiber of being
So you still carry a part of me as I do you
In the galaxies of moons and planets
We still are one
Little Bird Jan 2017
You know I might not to be able to ever get over you
But I'll be dammed if I don't try to unshackle myself from these chains
And if that's the case, I'd rather live shackled than willingingly on my knees
  Jan 2017 Little Bird
Sobriquet
Don't worry yourself
think of the exploring you'll do alone
no one to drag you down

alone
alone
the word rings around my head
the most depressing decibel I ever heard.

No one to drag you down because
you have SUCH an imagination
how could this POSSIBLY be a bad thing
look in the dictionary under independant; you're the definition.

definition however
finds no hold in a mind made only of galaxies
the expanse is endless
thought can stretch so thin
I lose the beginning of an idea into space
and end up floating in the quiet vacuum of my head

I needed you
to be
the corners of my mind
a framework
to attach my grandiose ideas and give them meaning
to know
that I am more than just synapses
firing at random  into the dark
that I am a physical being.

I needed you to hinge me to reality,
because otherwise
I am just stardust and matter
trapped in a skull.
Little Bird Jan 2017
Is knowing when to end it
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