the backside of the moon calls
the cobwebs shared between the stars and moon
don't spur confidence that i can be who i want to be
the sliver of a dress worn, mismatched and tight
the frayed shoulders and ripped waist tell all
humming as the time spins endlessly
the age of each light in the sky makes it apparent
i can almost see the shape of your hand in a constellation
i can almost feel your breath on my neck as the wind picks up
i can almost hear your voice in the howl of the wolves
every set of eyes trained on me like prey
remind me of your loving focused gaze
i think of you in everything
i couldn't ever lie
every moment with you is a dream
the rips and tears sow themselves shut
with each and every smile
a match made in every timeline
and though i can feel so much of my heart
beating for a time gone past
i wouldn't trade my time spent
knowing and loving you for anything.
youve made the better 1/3rd of a year
feel so amazing
though it had ups and downs
i really had something to look towards,
in you.
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I'll Be Fine (pt. 2 of 2)
Poetrypoetry showing my stress. relieving, coping, really. continuing to add poems, sometimes daily. use this as place to talk about your own frustrations and dances with pain and strife
