trees whisper to me and stuff
Slightly alarming bees buzzing I don’t think I’m allergic,
biological hope and beauty
are showing me the things I’ve forgotten in my sleep
Vaguely reminisce memories I wish to forget
did we travel here for real or my dreams
Help me remember the oatmeal cookies
I asked someone take away my parasitism but I was denied. These particles teasing my brain,
The way your hair smells waking up.
Leaves from the night before, entangled in your hair
Fell asleep on each other before we woke up to see the moon
Maybe it’s the things you say in your sleep
Making me wonder if you’re dreaming of someone other than me
It might be the way I elbow you as I sleep,
But it’s most likely the feeling of security
When the distance simply means time to wait
Until we’re ravishing in the dawn of hopeful uncertainty
It’s the perception of evidence, of an eternal essence
That we just so happened
To come across
A drunken night in January
A name means nothing
if you can’t enjoy a blacked out kiss in the arms of a psychopath like me
Why the most unrealistic things seem like small feats
As I reach half days in distance driven
And half days of you waiting
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You make me want to believe in a world where love is shared
Unlike the innocuous conflicts
loud snores and blanket wars
you hog the covers, I hog the bed
Enjoying the stars glowing on my ceiling room
from the last night we slept together
equivalent to the nights I knew I’d never see you again,
The more beauty we destroy, the more beauty we can catch in a torn and faded photograph.
The stunning catastrophe
Echoing our flaws
Emphasizing nature’s colors
And omitting our inevitable departure