you looked for me everywhere
even if you knew my return time
did that mean you cared
like I thought you did?
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you were looking for me in the bathroom
yet you couldn’t see me
from the perspective of an approaching car
my broken bird wings
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too transparent to notice
too terrifying to look at me
when I was tearing my soul apart
in front of you
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I never wanted to involve you like this
because we were never properly introduced
yet you strode with me every time
anywhere and in any weather
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I hear your soul speaking to mine
whenever you can hear it for yourself
I’m not sure you realise
how deeply you rooted in me
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maybe you would distance yourself, run away
if you really saw
how close I managed to bury myself in you
connecting the available dots
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with truthful intentions and sincere gestures
as I would never allow myself
act maliciously on acts of kindness
sinking deep into me
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Moon Desert
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BA in Cultural Studies
Crime Fiction: Love
Poetry: Friend
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