I know that there are so many, too many words here for you
I'm sorry that there's so much sap
I've been hanging out with a lot of trees lately
I guess what I'm trying to say to you is that you make words flow out of me in a way I never knew they could
I will always be sorry if they make you uneasy or uncomfortable
But I will never be sorry for saying them or feeling them
Each word for you is a star I hold close to me as I fall asleep every night
I don't expect you to understand because I don't fully understand it myself either
I know that stars fade but words do not
I will save and hold as many as I can, as many as you'd let me
Because you revive feelings in me that I thought were lost in a black hole forever.
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A Piece of Me
PoetryA collection of what it is like to be in love with an idea of being in love.