You bade me come
Like blades of grass and shields of rye

Like wind in mountain meadows past
Like sun and moon and sky

Your hand outstretched a breath from mine
Midst mire known to sink

I reached
And took you in with a sight so deep

You bade me come alive

I hate that I'm hyper-aware
Of my social hiccups despair

Equivalent scent of morose
A comical footnote to most

My firing neurons worst care
Is the circle of life is a square


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I drink coffee every morning
spicy black coffee thick whole cream no sugar
cramps often fill my stomach  after
the concoction is swallowed but
it feels good
when my heart picks up and goes faster
jumping and throbbing a little precocious (for so early)

socorro socorro I am buzzing

you are hiccups
not going away
Pini de Roma 4th movement cannot numb me
like you do

I am thin and small (very small)
---anyone can hurt me but not really
tickle my feet and I'll kick harder than
if you cut my heart in half-ness

best friend soulmate unforgettable
your clothes smell like me (not you)
now --less intoxicating i sleep better--
but I love them terribly much because
you taught me to love myself so
best friend soulmate unforgettable
they still smell like you
through me
in me

11:11
i wish for her infinity
and our infinity

Some people are like hiccups
First, they're annoying.
You try to push them away
then you get used to having them around
and suddenly they disappear.
Then it feels strange;
like an important part of you
is gone.