i'm dying for your shoulders
your voice
the way I'm dying for a cigarette
hungry and needing
and knowing better
at the same time
(i bet you didn't see me coming)
i wish i could have warned you about me
but i didn't see the road flares either
how could i have thought this would be so easy?
i wish you could have warned me about you
but you didn't hear the sirens in your own voice
that same beautiful
voice
i am
dying
for
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Dysphoria
Poetry"I dreamt I grew roots and sunk into deep earth, Where mud became my skin and dampened grains freckled my surface, I opened my mouth wide for the sprouting branches Leaf-speckled limbs And sunflowers blossomed from my eyes, Sunlight bled in waves, w...
