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you
you are
the thunder
i am afraid of
your lips unleash melodies while you're asleep
and it sounds to me like a lullaby
i've spent a lifetime trying to teach myself to sing
i read it to him, aloud, and he said he didn't get it.

so we never even said goodbye.
and i
     was forced to bury a shoebox.
my secrets sharpen their teeth as i'm sound asleep

and i still wonder why i wake with sapling scars
I'd like to weigh a ton ton ton
just so that I am sure that I am
pushing down on something
like gravity. This Earth really
knows how to *******.
bad. this poem is bad.
Mass.
It can be so heavy.
Especially in church.
It's okay. I was brought up one. Back then.
If we could be
Anything

I'd hope that
One day

We would become
Like a pane of glass
held between

The waves of the ocean
And the clouds of the sky

You could taste the salt
And I could
Drown in the rain

We could be
As indefinable
As our translucency
As the sun set

And be as proud
As the night sky
Being able to say goodbye
To the blue
Blue
And spilling
Dark watercolors

Between the patches
Of green
With the underside of brown

There are two sides
To everyone
Every story
Every us
That makes us one

Let me see
The tide and the moon's reflection
Across the roaring ink
And I swear
To let you
Caress the lightning
Behind you
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