stopped talking to me
for so **** long
I started looking for it
in everyone else’s mouth
maddening, descending
a downward spiral staircase
and at the bottom
there is a dust-frosted trunk
packed to the brim
with love letters & promises to me
reading them feels like
voyeurism into another world
another time, another — dream
I know some of my come-trues
want to come through
if I can just stop trying to be
and allow my me
to me free
Jul 29, 2024
Jul 29, 2024 at 12:07 AM UTC
stopped talking to me
for so **** long
I started looking for it
in everyone else’s mouth
maddening, descending
a downward spiral staircase
and at the bottom
there is a dust-frosted trunk
packed to the brim
with love letters & promises to me
reading them feels like
voyeurism into another world
another time, another — dream
I know some of my come-trues
want to come through
if I can just stop trying to be
and allow my me
to me free
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