When You're About To Say Something To Me, I Know While You're Mustering Up All Of Your Words, I Know
when you're about to say something to me, I know while you're mustering up all of your words, I know Before you lean in to tell me a secret, you glow I can tell when you want to be by my side, you glisten each time, I know
-s's.
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I should leave with you
I could leave this town with you
Take myself
And forget everyone I ever knew
-s's.
Why don’t we just set off? nothing we do will be enough.
if you ever were the real deal
Then I would have known it by now
Your nightmare, it will haunt
Never seemed like me, never indeed
one lifeless dream, one breath ceased, empty
journey out
Into a new place
play it nice, learn psychology
Feel like what you used to be
someone restless and exotic
try unique styles
try to untie my life
Jog around the circle of a fountain
pretend like you aren’t watching
who am I absolving
where should I go from here
a high up spaceship light blinking rudely at night
-you are.
I can twist what I see of you,
attach myself to
a detached empathy warfare life
my weapon of choice is a dream I can turn you into
you are a spaceship way up high
blinking rudely at night
She is a glowing beauty, pink glass petals crack and refract aspects of different potentialities, an endless intermingling of what if realities reflected in a shimmering crystal flower in a jar in a fairytale that I tell myself.
-2023
a fish in the lowest pond
dreams that only go on
With our sleep
in too deep
-s’s
History
you haunt every memory
you haunt all of my thoughts
you tear each and every page of our story
and leave me in the dark
-s's.
Because I only talk to myself,
and tap on my own shoulder
fleeing a hell that's been getting colder
since I tried on all of my new thoughts
-s’s.
if my thoughts had hands they would strangle me,
Tightly, entangling, but not before they reach for you and you would be the first thing they’d hold onto
-s’s.
everything I catch
is a relic of my past
leaving things alone
until they rot and turn to stone;
in another memory they'll go
-s's.
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