i can’t tell
if you’re real
our fingers touched
without the warmth;
the only way
i know it happened
were the scars
i can only see
in the mirror
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i can’t tell
if you’re real
our fingers touched
without the warmth;
the only way
i know it happened
were the scars
i can only see
in the mirror
i don’t remember
the last time
i felt
heard
molly,
we’ve met before;
i know you don’t remember
it was a wild night-
but i think about you
the gated fence
the old school diner
& the watching naruto until midnight.
molly,
i’d like to visit again,
maybe on a weekend i have off
or at the next festival
just for a few hours
i think it’s the butterflies
the ones in springs
& the ones in my tummy
when i fall hundred feet from the sky
into your lap;
eyes rollback
when i have your body back
demons snicker in the light
& curse in the dark;
they’ve never cared
for those they share beds with
always so loud
not one to let
their partner rest
you had a chance
to portal back
be a liberator
now
you’re a vengance seeker
with a missing eye
i know you are going through it
it’s okay
it’s just some waffles
it’s been years
but it felt like yesterday
when you met my eyes
i’ve known for awhile
that it was you;
just in denial,
not gonna waste
any more time
telling myself any different
i want to
want;
a fantasy
with dessert
maybe a concha
i want that