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maeve gallagher Jun 2015
safety, a word i never quite grasped
but your arms pound the definition
into my head like a gunshot
impossible to ignore and somehow
a little bit frightening

nothing is permanent
whispers through my ears
whistling insecurities that you
can't quite catch can't quite drown
out of this whirlpool of a mind
you've entangled yourself in

you are laughter and light
and a steady beam of sunshine
that dances around the musty
abandoned museum of my heart
but, darling, light fades

these shadowy thoughts slip from my mouth
clumsily, gurgling fountains of messy words and
you kiss my lips quiet, murmuring softly
not today, not today, not yet

and so the whispers fade to just
a rustling background noise
just a nonsense worry for another day

i am so afraid of losing you
that i have not quite let myself
have you just yet

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