|Waiting doesn't work.
Praying may not come through.
Hoping doesn't work.
So I will be the one to
i am stones where used to be cities
and if you breathe too closely to me
you can still smell burning, i am
a shell constructed from
music lyrics and poems and
i don’t let people in
you are the kind
galaxies in your coffee
where others just see
sugar and cream
and you’re the one who says
“go on, i’m listening” even when
i’ve already realized how boring the story is
that i’m telling
and you’re the one who makes sure i got home
safe and that i’m eating well and getting out of bed
i mean you must be
because where others saw ruin
and black nights and
you looked into my eyes
“you’re so full
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