October 21, 2019

You make me feel.

in the beginning there was lavender 

soft
sweet
intoxicating

when you told me your wrist hurt I 

didn't believe you
reached out
felt the heat of your skin

I couldn't look you in the eyes when 

I described my childhood 
yearned for a ghost
you told me I'm gorgeous

it was like
it was like spring rain
the glow of a firefly 

it was quiet
it was quiet and still 
it was quiet and still and soothing

I like to play with
my words before I eat them 
and here I am

unfinished, unsure, unclear

unable to set heart to paper

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