i am stuck in a loop. singing hymns underwater. dousing my mind only to ring out ink. staring up at the sky to know your mind. i see you like artists see starry nights-the way your lips curl and your eyes sparkle. the way we used to fit our hands together. the way you would fit with me like lyrics to a melody. your heart fits where mine should be. but i cannot speak in strings of Mozart or Monet, for my tongue only knows worlds where i walk your empty ribs like a museum of masterpieces. you are truly art, my lost lover. but i am no artist. and people only ever appreciate art after the artist has died.
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or in which i, the author, posts poems and written words to express the unexplainable in life, love, depression and happiness.
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limerence.
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