i’m told history repeats itself
charming and witty
we met in the city
interesting and cute
are the words he will shoot
dazzling and coy
i really like this new boy
boring and serious
is when i get delirious
thrusting and wrong
and a short time seems long
tide times
my feet sink into the sand.
they more than sink.
they descend and submerge into the sand.
the sand becomes my feet.
my feet are made of sand. and my body is made of ocean.
my muscles were vibrant.
my skin was tight and tan.
my head was lighter—
floating with the waves.
my lips were salty.
and my eyes—
i don’t remember what my eyes were like.
miss you
we all try to ignore our problems because it seems easier. it is easier. for a while at least.
you are not the problem.
us together was the problem.
i am talking about five different things right now.
i am so shut down right now. i have no excuses though, right?
please stop reading this. you don’t know me.
do you even know how to read?
word after word.
type it! type it! she said it doesnt need to be artistic.
whatever that means. anyways,
i miss you.
seems we are always missing something.
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