so please accept my belligerence
but all thoughts have texture, like the five senses you backpacked as a child.
in all the while, you look for it.
the right level of sanity.
where clouds and storms do exactly whats required.
how love is the right teaspoon for sickness
in those dreamy sea blue hours on your digital watch
you dreadfully watch
as times slips past listening ears
like her fingers and fingertips teasing
minute after minute
seconds before empty blessings
what a person-less shadow
in the stretch of morning, before breathing
i thought of you
the bottom of it
the singular vowels in your name
made life smaller when it was sad outside
so excuse my confessions of how i dreaded more
but floated inches away from too much
as these days get older
so do you and that one seashore
there was always too much fear
& not enough risk
except when i questioned loves taste
you then grabbed the reigns of my soul
& cried aloud like this.
we shared unusual bliss
like the feeling between you and the window when it rains
it pains me how you fed me the habits that make me now
in the mirror, i see what happened
addicted to your scent
i chased after
running head first into the night, as you did
always inspired me
remembering when i was sober
and the days you didnt have to be
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