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just because we repel your comforts
does not mean
we aren’t human

in fact
it may just mean
we are closer
to humanity

don’t tell me my love is too much

just tell me the truth

that my hate is not enough

to have you feeling like

you are nothing

I woke up
seeing you next to me
but, soon after,
reality set in

I wish I could live
in illusion
forever

but life
would be too
worthwhile

don’t look for love
here

it’s hiding
and you’re getting colder

it’s hiding
and i won’t come out

count to ten
count the days and months

the longer you do
the less i’ll count
on you

be careful
of what parts
you take from me

you may
end up wishing
for the ability
to give them back

i have dreams about your lips and i have dreams about my fears

I am not past tense

I’M FUCKING PRESENT

I’M THE NOW

I am not the future

i love when you hold me

and my blankets miss you a lot at night

my walls are not Great
my walls are Berlin
my walls are not designed to keep people out
my walls are designed to keep us divided
don’t peek through
just break them down

my walls are a hedge
my love is the maze
don’t break through
just figure me out
there’s not much to figure out
just pay attention and remember your steps
I’ll always remember your steps

let’s break together
let’s build homes with our walls to shelter our hearts

my heart’s been so cold
my heart’s been so weak
just don’t break it

just don’t break it

fond memories are still found without you

I smell you in the trees

I feel you in the breeze

i fall in love with customers because they depend on me as much as i depend on them

and for a short time we are on an adventure for something as trivial as soap or a little necklace

and we are in this together

and we are one

and then they leave, maybe after exchanging names

and i see them on the street and we smile

but even then i bore

there are some people who just like to hurt others

they have no reason to do so and get no fulfillment out of it

but they just want everyone to be as scared and sad as them

and they’ll have you believing that you’re not worth anything better

whoever told you that you would be less of a human if you quit something (school, work, a painting, making cookies, dance, or whatever) is a controlling, elitist fuck and you can quit whatever you want because your happiness and well being is more important than anything and you can always try again.

i still think about you every now and then

but i don’t wish that we had what we had again