Thursday, August 27, 2015

You unwillingly learn from me;
hurling yourself over the sides of my words
& I try to catch you. 
We pretend to read minds
& resentment adds to a pile
that we pick from when we're angry.
I remember you telling me: 
"You get too deep sometimes." 
But even then,
I'd rather too than not at all or a little.
          Even still,
I want to open up your chest
   & free all the lost laughs
              & good
you should've always known. 
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