Sometimes I hope it is you-
I hope it is the future that I see-
that you are real-
oh i cannot think-
cannot think in more than-
half-phrases at a time-
a breath-
i hope that i can see the future-
and that it is you
that i am seeing
and that you are real.
Why would it seem
so repetitive-
so repetitive-
so consistent-
consistently the same?
You are formed in the blurry-
the stuff of dreams-
dust and-
the pigment blending together-
approximate colors-
in a watery form.
I don't want to-
don't let go-
can't leave-
don't want to lose-
imagining-
hold onto you-
just a moment longer-
i can't let it-
let it back in-
it comes rushing in
to my head
again-
an assault of the real world-
don't want to let you go-
you might disappear-
for how long?
i don't know-
i don't know-
lost-
maybe forever.
I might not even remember-
remember you exist.
Tragic.
please-
please-
I struggle.
I am trying-
trying to remember
you.
Can I write-
describe you-
what i remember-
what i think-
what i know-
of you?
You are-
bigger than me-
taller at least-
your build is pretty similar.
I don't think I'm in love with you-
not in the exciting-
anxiety-inducing-
limerent-
kind of way-
but i certainly love you.
In the dreams
I can feel it.
that much i'm sure of/
i think you're darker than me-
i'm not sure,
maybe it changes/
that's not to say you
i'm under the impression that
at the very least
you are my type-
whatever that means.
you're not unattractive
but realistically
you aren't unflawed.
I prefer my humans
whole
people.
Your hair-
fun to play with-
is-
textured-
maybe wavy or curly?
you know me so well :)
you like to play with my hair.
i like when you
you have a certain way with me,
like you know exactly what to say-
at least most of the time,
and you get me to be better.
you remind me where i came from
and how far i've gotten
and that i still am going.
you teach me to improve
and still you are okay
with all
you are patient-
you are patient with me-
with my mistakes-
with my difficulties;
all of me
you have a way with me-
fuck
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Book #2
PoetryThe old one is old and cringey. So I made a new one! I'm not a freakish middle school fangirl anymore, so you can read my ideas without internally dying! Now, it's meme time. // (mostly short stories and poetry, with a lil bit of meme-y stuff (idk)...