cold

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you smile-
down at me
you are my everything

i am your everything-
or so you say
i typically wouldn't believe you but that is not the case today

my chest still aches
but now in a painfully beautiful way

everything is new and electric and uncharted
yet undoubtedly- okay.

my fingers at last find warmth
tangled in yours
all that i am is smiling-
that's never happened before

you say "don't forget this."
and i do as i'm told
that is why my heart breaks
a hell of a lot more than it should
when i wake to find my fingers... cold.

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a/n: here's a mediocre poem about a dream i had last night

dec 10 pedid & going strong whoo (ik i started late but still)

bye!

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