Oh it's dribbling out of my brain... not a good sign.

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For Someone Resembling You

You must know I think about you
about your body echoing some curvature of mine
the fuzz on the back of your neck
where the barber has been.

What is it like to wear your shirts
what is it like to love something because you do?
Could I love myself like that?

I think of the sensory possession
when you're in my shower and soap.
I would keep you reeking of me and I am still in your bed
enter some metaphor of drowning.

You must know sometimes when I smile
at someone else, it is still at you.
And when trained on you, it is not for
something you say, but you.

My feelings rendered unfocused, some vague pixelation
I laugh for happiness now-
I do not know such a specific emotion as humored.
I know with and without.

You must know but can I tell you
can I not, can I even be prevented or contained?
Have I told you already?
Have I told you a lie?

You must know I think about you
but it is a difficult thing to know what I think
reading it as you must
off angle of eyes and shape of mouth.

And sometimes around you
I am only nervous,
too much so to be anything else.
And how can we anticipate the future of a feeling,
a prediction that I will want you again.

Perhaps I'll be afraid forever.
in a game of word associations
Happiness is no longer opposed by hate
but by fear.