You stick us all together
And declare we are the same
As if we all don’t have a different
Tolerance to pain

Ragged breaths
Dilated eyes
The sweet truth
The hazy lie
Breathy laughter
Loving the high
Sensual embrace
As I chase
After you
Addicted
through and through

When I was younger I used to think
that when a falling star crashes into the earth,
it shattered into stardust
and from there grows a forest.

genius comes in fragments
poetry comes in slivers of sentences
open to all
yet mastered by none
merely mortals weaving a web
a web of words
of truths and lies
of things made plain
and things we hide
and as we navigate this artful web
we realize just how much we are out of our depth

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