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we don’t believe we aren’t enough

until someone who tells us we are

twists their tongue into a lie.

my thoughts are too expensive.

I will toss them down the drain.

I can’t wait till they stick me to your palms again.

I want you to notice

my every exhale

until moonrise

until your touch is no longer a surprise

but something I can spell like a tattered recipe

something I lean into.

I want to spill you over sound

until it all turns to gray.

maybe when I leave the future will be a memory,

I will drown it in chemicals

and the ghosts will become my eyes.

I won’t sleep tonight.

this is a heartbreak song,

and my god I hope it’s not for you.