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I have loved you since the day that I saw you. Sitting on the windowsill. Young and naive—you were young and mean. But different. Careful, paternal, Dependable. I pour out half of my heart in an SMS format. Ignored with a wet wing. It would dry. I distanced We distanced. I ate a danish to make me feel full. No fruit. My legs shook. Your name made me quiver. Next turn of the sun there you were. Standing in the stairwell, happy, friendly, New. I fell down a rabbit hole. I can’t get back up Your friend… another. I’m waiting for you in a peach dress. Your eyes are blinded by the smell of honey. Sweet. It stings you. You run away. You came home. I smell like vanilla and cinnamon. Pushing my warmth away you crave the snow. Chocolate, chocolate that’s all you are. ‘Swounds. I clean them too. Soft and patient, it stings. The alcohol helps, I cure. You scratch at the scab. ****** Mary; I am not your mom, I take a sip. Your trust in my hands, Your heart on your sleeve. Awaiting my heart to dissolve in your tea like Vitamin C.
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Apr 23, 2020
Apr 23, 2020 at 3:36 AM UTC
Mamihlapinatapai
I have loved you since the day that I saw you. Sitting on the windowsill. Young and naive—you were young and mean. But different. Careful, paternal, Dependable. I pour out half of my heart in an SMS format. Ignored with a wet wing. It would dry. I distanced We distanced. I ate a danish to make me feel full. No fruit. My legs shook. Your name made me quiver. Next turn of the sun there you were. Standing in the stairwell, happy, friendly, New. I fell down a rabbit hole. I can’t get back up Your friend… another. I’m waiting for you in a peach dress. Your eyes are blinded by the smell of honey. Sweet. It stings you. You run away. You came home. I smell like vanilla and cinnamon. Pushing my warmth away you crave the snow. Chocolate, chocolate that’s all you are. ‘Swounds. I clean them too. Soft and patient, it stings. The alcohol helps, I cure. You scratch at the scab. ****** Mary; I am not your mom, I take a sip. Your trust in my hands, Your heart on your sleeve. Awaiting my heart to dissolve in your tea like Vitamin C.
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Apr 23, 2020
Apr 23, 2020 at 3:36 AM UTC
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