maybe we’re just hanging with the thing that makes it real.
and i know i will find us here in between of your tears i used to hang around my neck. i will find us here in moment when you can only hold these palms with the thought of letting it go after. where you would make me feel magical things and i would know that even in the middle, it will still hurt. you can hold my breath with the heartbeat of your unworldly heart and it wouldn’t even possible to find any answer why. maybe i love you. i will let you wander in my head with all the words you used to say together with my name. i will let you touch the most unloved and ugly parts of my poetry and i will hear you say you like it, but baby, every time you bring back the love i used to know, i find myself bleeding. i find myself empty with your way of telling me how i scream familiarity with the purity of your lips. you love so well that it makes me think too much where we’ll be heading and again, i wouldn’t find any answer why. maybe i don’t love you.
i find us here searching with all the words we can say if we can finally have the chance to cry our hearts out its cage. i am remembering your name and all the lovely things it hides in between. you are lovely that you bring me aches in everything you say about keeping me because maybe, i don’t know what love means. i often hang with the idea of love i know and how it holds your memory every time i daydream at night and i am scared by the thought that you’re the only one that makes it real; that it’s the only thing that makes you real. i know, i will forever dream of you even when you finally find someone who will hold you tighter than i did. i will let you haunt me in lonely nights i will be in. the love i know—i feel it from time to time and there’s never a reason it wouldn’t hurt every time i dream of you coming home steps away from mine. maybe the love i know is stranger to you and they said it’s the love you would never keep and i almost believe. and that’s when i knew too that maybe the love i know will never, ever, make you stay. but baby, believe me when i say i love you in ways i know how—
i love you right here where they thought it dies.
— 06:08 l. sin, meet me where love dies
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