Sometimes the moments are only in my head but they feel so real. When you finally write them down maybe they could be real, that does not mean you can hide the evil ideas either. Follow those moments with me.
Please, let another human soak up your worries into their scratchy sweater? Or will your cat forever be curious of your tears.
Treating them as a new toy, squeezing them to death; claiming your own security. But you are a mountain peak of women. Skipping across clouds, acid leaking from your pockets. Some do not see you; just fall in your aftermath. Could there exist a better place?
"...don't you dare vanish you magnificent-
don't you dare be a mirage!"
I keep my composure, although over exposure can become romantic dates and talks of the never ending future. I have not been the only one caught under your storm. To believe this began at a train stop, my raining tears into that sweater I hate.
"...it did not, it didn't start off perfectly."
"-was already enough of that perfecallity."
this was before you were even yours, or yours was even hers.
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