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I want to
But then I don't
I don't want to
But then I do
Many people
Think
I’m going somewhere
But
Trust me
I’m going
Absolutely
Nowhere
Eyes are supposed to be
the windows to the soul...

I think they’re really
Just funhouse mirrors

Taking something
And twisting it
Into something that is not
Snowy ground
Lies untouched
Perfectly perfect
Made for us

Out the widow
Snow falls
Fire burning
Widows fog

Red nosed
In the house
Rosy cheeks
On the couch

Curled up
In a sweater
“How are you?”
“Never better,”
Haven’t seen snow in 8 years. I miss it so much! Winter is my absolute favorite season. What’s yours?
There’s a place on my hip
Where your hand would fit
A place on my neck
To lay your head
Nuzzling and cuddling
In bed together
Permanent satisfaction
You and me forever
Love you Romeo
I never understood what
‘writers block’ was, until now:

The complete derailing
of your train of thought
My writers block
Feels less like a conquerable block
And more
Like an impossible maze
Close your eyes
Count to ten
Take a breath
Find a pen
Write it out
Let it loose
Don't get lost
In these woods
For one day
You might get stuck
Way too far
In the muck
You
You
I can’t sleep
I can’t eat
I can’t function
As thoughts of you cloud my head like a car windshield driving through a whiteout blizzard
They are thoughts of you
The words you’ve said
The sound of your voice
The way you look
They are all right there
But at the same time
Too far away to focus
I’m left staring at the ceiling for hours
Wondering if you’re doing the same
We bonded over our broken souls
But she’s not broken anymore
With different roots
On a different tree
She doesn’t understand
The pressure on me
She thinks it’s fine
Like she can fix me
But it sure as hell
Ain’t that easy

— The End —