i love you
for not mirroring me,
but don’t know
who to
be..
when we don’t look each
other in the
eye–
when we don’t
even
try.
rhyme
in a half woken
state
i sense the room
shake
and know you’re back
for after hour
games,
so we play one
or two,
but you never
lose
and have yet to reveal
your name.
not waiting for
the ghost..
to ask if she
forgives
me
for any thought
i can’t
hide
when she finds her
way inside.
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.
hands in the garden 
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