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Mar 2020
At my worst, you taught me
how to feel again,
brought me places I thought
had already ceased to exist,
now I miss them.
I miss them all the time.

Without my compass, my guide
all I have are these thoughts.
Eyes aimlessly searching for trails
in undergrown forests,
hopelessly lost.

You could have left me
the way you found me:

a screen door that only knows how to open,
a playground swing causing accidents,
a walking precaution,
a sink hole trying to grow a heart,
something inherently broken,
something with missing parts.

But, you didn't.

You mended the hinges,
you took down the warning signs,
grew an entire meadow of wildflowersβ€”
you patched me up with your love.

My cup is brimming,
and I no longer know
where else to pour.
12.30.19
21:10
Janelle Tanguin
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Janelle Tanguin  22/F/Legazpi City
(22/F/Legazpi City)   
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