come to me as you are
with who you were
who you are afraid to become
gift me with the bareness of your being
transcending skin
illusions and masks
step into your fears
while I hold the candle
my breath tingling the back of your neck
a promise
to catch you if you fall
I'll enter your world unveiled
naked
a child yet to be born
blank canvases
and
infinite potentialities
of who you
I
we
could be right then and now
melting bygone days and yet-to-bes
we are whole
we are now
we are nothing
symphonies of the emptiness
between atoms floating
through imaginary constructs
of space and time
but as long as you
I
we
breathe
we are everything
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In Lieu of Flowers
PoetryIn Lieu of Flowers let me offer the heaviness of the words my voice can't carry - would appreciate criticism or comments, & feel free to ask & I can read your stuff too🤍- sometimes it's about fucking, sometimes it's the nostalgia of an unhealthy c...
