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I'm near the door of this queer party scanning the stream of people coming in. For who? For you. Who else? Person after person after person. And then there you are, and my heart does some kind of flip even tho I swear to myself I'm over you. I mean I don't even think of you that often but there you are and I can't help yearning for something that'll never happen. Tell myself over and over and over that I'm with someone better for me, but she's white, and never goes out, and safe, and you - well, you're you. And we talk, tease each other, saying nothing important. And it's okay. And it's not. And later in the night when you tell me about what's happening at Otto after this event I hightail it there, of course I do, hoping, hoping, hoping... And even now, I sit in this coffee shop waiting to go to an event you said you'd be at and God I'd give anything to be different, to not want what I can't have. I'd give anything to be more than a moth to a flame to be satisfied with what I've got, but I can't help it. I want forest fire love. Give me forest fire love. I want to be burned alive.
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May 30, 2020
May 30, 2020 at 6:08 PM UTC
You think you're over someone but...
I'm near the door of this queer party scanning the stream of people coming in. For who? For you. Who else? Person after person after person. And then there you are, and my heart does some kind of flip even tho I swear to myself I'm over you. I mean I don't even think of you that often but there you are and I can't help yearning for something that'll never happen. Tell myself over and over and over that I'm with someone better for me, but she's white, and never goes out, and safe, and you - well, you're you. And we talk, tease each other, saying nothing important. And it's okay. And it's not. And later in the night when you tell me about what's happening at Otto after this event I hightail it there, of course I do, hoping, hoping, hoping... And even now, I sit in this coffee shop waiting to go to an event you said you'd be at and God I'd give anything to be different, to not want what I can't have. I'd give anything to be more than a moth to a flame to be satisfied with what I've got, but I can't help it. I want forest fire love. Give me forest fire love. I want to be burned alive.
Written February 9, 2020
#queer#breakup#baltimore
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anjana-rao
May 30, 2020
May 30, 2020 at 6:08 PM UTC
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