he loves me best at 3:15 in the morning,
when the four corners of the
universe stop pumping with
adrenaline and fall to sleep, the
faint sound of life exuding from
its existence.he loves me best when i vanish
into the blaring white that is my
ceiling. when i explore its depths and eventually
find myself flying alone in a world no one else can see.
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Balloon Thoughts
Poetryher world didn't hang on a thread. instead in the air, full of helium.