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Jul 2017
it is 2009 again
we sneak around like creatures
beneath the shadows of the world.
and all it's hate and disappointment
through all the clouds that rain upon me,
you are the sunshine breaking out onto the street.

i collect each ray, a purest gold
a precious currency you've yet to know.
trade in my deepest darkest moments
for some closure
you are the end of what i thought was starting over.

you pick me up and hold me tight
like nothing you have ever held before
i am like nothing you have ever felt before
you are the first and last thing i'd like to remember loving.

with a heart that pretends to have never broken,
because you piece me back together
with nuts and bolts and weld to me your naΓ―vetΓ©
i am are your new and hidden sin,
you are the angel that i caught by accident.

you are the hoping and the longing
and the rips across my sneakers
and my jeans
and i glow again in confidence
because you still believe in beauty
and in mine, particularly.

yours are the widest, vastest eyes i've ever drowned within
you are like candy and like sea salt
and like laundry
and i lift up every layer of time
to bury you and keep you warm inside.

you heal the hurt i used to long for,
you are the memory i'm made for
weaving dreams into a calmer, clearer head
of love before it learned that love was dead.
Written by
Christina Murphy
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