dear
extravagant you,
we keep running in circles,
trying to stitch these worn-out fabrics,
mending these frays, trying just to
bring them together.
in held back breaths, i keep these secrets
hidden within the crevices.
i long to whisper these simple words
into your ears, sinking straight
right, down
into your heart.
things are topsy-turvy
and the ground feels like
it is not our's to walk upon
but when will consistency
ever be consistent.
one cannot judge the weather,
she is a flighty sneak.
so let us run away,
dream up our own town,
sketch out the trees and the buildings
leaving space for you and space for me.
i want to believe
that these broken things can be
mended.
stitched.
brought together.
sincerely,
simple me.
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