the cracks in our lips align to fit when we kiss; and i can still feel you in my bones and blood long after we separate.

after the stage collapsed, the theater drained, and i found little validation in petals and tomatos, i looked up to see your figure in the very last row, waiting.

and for the first time in my life, it's real.

what do you do when he says he's got little to give,

and it's not enough.

i'd rather trust a guy who desperately wants to fuck me over an ordinary girl.

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so he turned around and whispered Slug into my ear.

i'll be everything you want
i'll be everything you need
so you can take my hand
and i can take the lead

yesterday, he texted me. and it read, "blocparty.tulips",
i burst into tears and my hand cupped the laughter.

think of a place where life isn't the scene of an uprooted tree, where the roots aren't always thirsty, where we don't have to press our faces up to the glass, where there are no screen doors. no latches no locks no bars. where freedom exists in the purest form.

i had my hands in the oceans and my feet in the heavens. and even when i knew it was time to let go, when the sun's glow brushed against my heels, i still ran my fingers through the waves, distrubing ripples created by familiar tides.

overall,

it was a good year.

so you tell me how to retrace steps taken in the sky

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