beginning of an itch,
a compulsion to recall
wallowing in reminiscence
it flows in one eye
and out the other
hesitant to attach names
but willing to start
for the sake of a source caring enough
to warrant breaching a feigned barrier
the detachment atomizes
so decided against
as it was with a left palm in the sun
with a wallflower valentine
and a song sung at night
I feel the care - I really do
How it feels as growing pains
To grace myself with a belief
One that I so quickly apostatisize
Savor the reverence of it all
Color negatives of care,
visible only for a moment - up to the light.
Apr 13, 2023
Apr 13, 2023 at 3:03 AM UTC
beginning of an itch,
a compulsion to recall
wallowing in reminiscence
it flows in one eye
and out the other
hesitant to attach names
but willing to start
for the sake of a source caring enough
to warrant breaching a feigned barrier
the detachment atomizes
so decided against
as it was with a left palm in the sun
with a wallflower valentine
and a song sung at night
I feel the care - I really do
How it feels as growing pains
To grace myself with a belief
One that I so quickly apostatisize
Savor the reverence of it all
Color negatives of care,
visible only for a moment - up to the light.
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