To kiss you
To hear the drunken echoes of ideal love
In the moments when things matter the least
To consider what mattering is, philosophically
Your look is of utmost urgency
It yells in faces
It bleeds through dimensions
And tears at me in the most realistic way
You lie there, asleep
Possibly unaware of what I hoped would happen
Teaching me of my weakness
A longing for something
Direct
Immature
And
Forthright
I’m talking to someone else now
The one lucky enough
To scroll eyes here
It’s just us
Nobody’s judhing youg
*judging you
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It’s really
Deep breaths
Going to be fine
Deep breaths
For the longest amount of time you’ll ever know
Then what
Then supposed death
It’s a myth
Things will always be like this
