We've been waiting
while giving each other
much-needed space,
disclosing secrets
in rooms full of dust.
We've been spilling
what's left in our eyes
onto floors that turned red,
bloodshot with our sight
that burns, that stares.
This will get better,
for us to bloom under
all we've been crowding
in our heads, to keep
wondering when.
Feb 5, 2025
Feb 5, 2025 at 6:34 PM UTC
We've been waiting
while giving each other
much-needed space,
disclosing secrets
in rooms full of dust.
We've been spilling
what's left in our eyes
onto floors that turned red,
bloodshot with our sight
that burns, that stares.
This will get better,
for us to bloom under
all we've been crowding
in our heads, to keep
wondering when.
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