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Sep 2017
we sit
on white roofs
and carve our names into the wood.

your handwriting is much
better than mine,
and i am jealous
but only for a second
because you make me feel
like i am the world
like i am everything
and nothing
and all that is in between

like i am the flowers that grow
outside my bedroom window
unimportant to some
but appreciated by many

like i am the tattoo
hidden on the
inside of a wrist
or at the start of the collarbone
invisible to all
and shown to the ones
who see it for what
it truly means
y'know, i've never actually been in love. am i doing a good job at pretending i have?
Written by
helios
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