Two shots ready— bullets clean, a pretend ***
A dream pulled back like a slingshot, stretching
me a little farther than prior attempts.
Bright hopes frighten some people, like horses
bucking at fire. Most days I’m unstable, living
in a world infected with love bites. So, I wear
repellent now, exhausted by mosquito wars.
My thoughts spin hurricanes, my heart keeps
time in storms. Time is always confiscated
when you try to buy it with dreams someone
else sold you.
Still, I want to live in someone’s thoughts—
a lady letting me move in early, into the quiet
apartment of her mind. I hope her stairs carry
a lot of stories, and remember my footsteps.
Because two shots in, shooting my shot, my
hands still shake from the _Recoil of Yearning._
Dec 18, 2025
Dec 18, 2025 at 3:04 PM UTC
Two shots ready— bullets clean, a pretend ***
A dream pulled back like a slingshot, stretching
me a little farther than prior attempts.
Bright hopes frighten some people, like horses
bucking at fire. Most days I’m unstable, living
in a world infected with love bites. So, I wear
repellent now, exhausted by mosquito wars.
My thoughts spin hurricanes, my heart keeps
time in storms. Time is always confiscated
when you try to buy it with dreams someone
else sold you.
Still, I want to live in someone’s thoughts—
a lady letting me move in early, into the quiet
apartment of her mind. I hope her stairs carry
a lot of stories, and remember my footsteps.
Because two shots in, shooting my shot, my
hands still shake from the _Recoil of Yearning._
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