When a thought drops of mine
It’s in your hand before the floor
I know when I tell you something
I don’t need to say anymore
Like explaining at length
I’m conveying your strength
I’m weak and you know
You-to-me you show
You see me at my worst
It hurts, but it heals
I’m clothed and peeled
Opened best when sealed
In your figurative arms
Disarmed-because you make easy
I make my problems
You want to solve them
I hate to wish for me
This one is for you
Those times I see your feelings
Hiding in your eyes
Is he one of those guys?
You’re one of those girls-
The axis of my world
Familiar as hell
Similar to smell
Like pennies, copper, and blood
Burning matches the way you should.
Why wait?
Words whisper
Cry late
Absurd sits near
Laugh laughter sideways
A craftier craft than realized
Genuine generosity over exerted at times
It’s not fine to cross lines
Try selfish sometimes
Pry hellishly till you don’t bleed
Dismantle this man till…
You don’t need
Or that pseudo strength
You-to-me you show,
At length
You’re weak, I know
It’s OK
Minds are always flailing:
That’s part of the pause
Memories are forever sailing.
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