How do I forget


I wonder if he or I  exists to remind the other that love

is this really scary concept

that you can only hurt other people with. 


I can't help but think that maybe love is just muscle memory,

a body next to a body,

you just react how you learn the first time. 

The way you felt lying next to a pair of lungs

as if stars were birthdays and years were the silence

experienced in the embrace of the person you currently miss the most. 

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ooh this is moving!  

ooh this is moving!