I like the way you pluck piano keys
The same way you pluck weeds from the garden of your mind
A gardener of chords and chrysanthemums alike
And I envy everything about you
The yanks of the grass
And the arch of fingers pressing down into the concaving black and white
I envy all that you are
The destroyer and the creator
The god of it all
Even as minuscule as it can be
Absolutely anything but a liability
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A/N: unedited/not proofread
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he/him/you
Poetry[completed] some half assed thoughts i've had about unrequited love and unnecessary hope shattering revelations
