#touchpoetry

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with his arms around me

i feel impossibly little

engulfed in his safety

for a moment

totally free from thought

i trust him

and know that i

am truly loved

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we sit in the doughnut shop

an hour before it closes

on a rainy sunday afternoon

my coffee is too sweet

and my dress is too short

but i'm laughing with you

and i can't imagine

being any happier

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we can't see the stars

in my city

the lights are too bright

and the sky is too cloudy

but i trust that they are there

shining for me on days

when i cannot see them

a reminder that i exist

even when i can't feel

where i end and begin again

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i looked over my shoulder

hoping to see you

only to feel the sinking

in my stomach remind me

that it's been two years

and i still forget

because the memory

of your laugh

is so vivid in my mind

i can't imagine this world

without you

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i drive through the rain

a storm in my mind

brewing the worst thoughts

throwing the heaviest stones

trying its hardest to

kick down my progress

to crush my tender

young self confidence

and though the storm

rages behind my eyes

i must remember

i was born to be

a hurricane

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you make eggs the way

my dad taught me

when i was barely

tall enough to see

into the pan

and i'm coming to love

the mornings we spend

over toast and cards

wondering what you'll teach

our daughters

on sunday mornings

over dippy eggs

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pranks

i remember weeks at camp, hiding under beds and hanging ribbons, trying to see who could get the biggest laugh. they're silly memories in the form of a painted plastic fork and half a torn up runaway note written by a mattress. they don't make much sense but the joy it stirs in me is indescribable. when was the last time i belonged somewhere the way i belonged there? without question or exception? fully and as myself? i do not know. but i'm beginning to understand that just because an oppressive system showed me love doesn't mean that is the only love i deserve. i am worthy, whether i fit their mold or not.