not waiting for
the ghost..
to ask if she
forgives
me
for any thought
i can’t
hide
when she finds her
way inside.
Author: grumpygorman
equals
in experience-
we express to open
eyes and
ears,
in light of our own
disclosures
we shed shared
tears.
blowing kisses
at mirrors
won’t bring you
back into
view,
wish i were giving
in a way
that made it worth
your trip
back
into these
arms.
storm of the
day-
i love your
breath
and irreverence
for my hair,
i dare stare you
right in your
eye-
jealous of the
solace in
there.
don’t know how
to talk with
people,
the pressure to feel
beautiful
every moment of
every day..
invading my own
thoughts
in same grave
ways–
only to get
caught.
curled up in
the corner
with a book
not worth reading,
still pleased
to be still
in this moment,
i’m
breathing.
i wish to forget
every sorry,
then bury all
our stories,
oh, to hoist a
fresh pen–
and compose our
best again.
starlight’s
golden path
guides us here
to now,
though i’m not
sure how
we found each
other
through the smoke
of our own
fires.
be my july
sky,
taunt me like
fireflies
on a starless
night,
just don’t promise
the sea,
and don’t fall
for me,
rather,
we’ll take flight.
like a door
opened
slow-
the light cracks
just slightly,
a breeze enters
briskly,
the fear sets in
quickly-
so tempting to
close.
hands in the garden 
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