you see dear, I think of you in small amounts.
in the *** someone’s had out in the open,
the husband of a friend;
but he is not a pirate.
you are the fantasy of your childhood,
about rocking boats and treacherous seas.
just this much is enough.
when I am picking tea at the supermarket.
earl grey is my predilection;
chamomile reminds me of sickness,
of hurt.
now there is a slip through there.
does it bring the calm comfort of home?
this tiny amount of you is just right.
when I see a character.
hitting save for forever,
not sharing,
because you would know.
when you see my story, and remind yourself of me as well.
do I come in waves?
similar to your weekends,
or am I a tsunami?
because I avoid the intensity,
of your eyes,
of my adoration for your smile.
just parts.
because you will never be fully mine,
May 7
May 7, 2026 at 2:20 PM UTC
you see dear, I think of you in small amounts.
in the *** someone’s had out in the open,
the husband of a friend;
but he is not a pirate.
you are the fantasy of your childhood,
about rocking boats and treacherous seas.
just this much is enough.
when I am picking tea at the supermarket.
earl grey is my predilection;
chamomile reminds me of sickness,
of hurt.
now there is a slip through there.
does it bring the calm comfort of home?
this tiny amount of you is just right.
when I see a character.
hitting save for forever,
not sharing,
because you would know.
when you see my story, and remind yourself of me as well.
do I come in waves?
similar to your weekends,
or am I a tsunami?
because I avoid the intensity,
of your eyes,
of my adoration for your smile.
just parts.
because you will never be fully mine,
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