Your breatheturns of verse
Make my lungs yawn
With odes and elegies that need more than just air
To breathe.
Not even a single word from you
Could gasp into me
Without forcing me to my knees
To gouge at the ground
With broken nails
And bloodied hands.
It feels like trying to catch a breath
That was never meant for me.
I can’t explain
The empty
And the fullness I feel,
Or the weight and light
Of you.
All I know
Is that your words
Are what will be the end
And the beginning
Of me.
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❤👽xoxoxo👽❤
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***I don’t know what I am even going on about. I think much poetry comes from our most hidden self… I’m learning. But my hidden self is even hidden from me….***
God. Damn. Where ever this coming from, I hope it stays.
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I hope so too. Maybe it’s the moon phase…? But I’m burning up…
Wait… is there such a thing as a solar phase? Gonna google it.
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Yup. We are very newly in solar cycle 25. I don’t know what that means but sounds exciting. I have homework now. Kbye.
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I don’t know what a moon phase is. Lol.
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Quarter, Waxing Gibbous, Half, Waning Gibbous, Full, New. I think. The moon rulez.
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glad you let out all this wonderful poetry and i hope it stays with you
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Thank you ❤
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