everyday i try
to fall in
love with rocks,
sand, pieces of flesh
the moving furballs that deserve loving
yet hollow is in me, you are in
outside my time, you are in
it is not you I hate, the spaces between us
your friends
told me to move on, deny, keep going
they don’t
understand and it pains me
much because there is always
a thread, everlasting that if
you bre-ak, deny, hide from sght
it grows like ripples on your thoughts
it pains me not because you are
outside my realm it
pains me as you are
in here, and yet refuse
to brace our connection
entirely, and brace for us
all we need is being in our being
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