After a moment of small grace
I realized in its presence there is nothing small.
You are a valve I can turn
to open the flow of love
into my day
into my heart.
All that is mine I carry with me.
My frosted spectacles
With the tiniest crack on the surface
Just enough to make them special.
My leather wallet
Beaten by years of rain and use.
Inside, a polaroid of the one I consider divine.
For what I do not exactly remember.
They stay nestled in the back of my pocket, rusting slowly.
My lyric book,
Complete with unfinished ideas that ****** at the
Back of my head, pleading to be finished one day.
Which have a repugnant smell of loss
That I embrace with open arms.
A potent synthesis of reoccurring nightmares
Fundamentally unrequited in its presence.
Virulent Vampires leeching droplets
off who I adore so dearly.
You too are being ripped away
I think for now
I shall stare at my lyric book wistfully
Through my spectacles, hoping for redemption.
Perhaps one day I will again be able
To show you the Polaroid I hold so dearly
And finally get to use these keys.
All that is mine, I carry with me;
Hopefully I could one day
carry her too.
idk it didn't turn out as well as i wanted
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