i
am the one they write about in all the lovesick poems
i have found someone again--
not myself (yet)
i lost myself in the good & bad
my whole life i have been terrified of the dark
the late nights spent alone haunt something within me.


i slept with my legs on your bed last night and it's always been
unexplainable
as to why i feel safe with my legs off the sides of the bed
i think
i am comfortable being uncomfortable because i am
afraid of the opposite
but how wonderful it is to feel so small in such a big world

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e.p.