breaths do not speak
to a six in the morning sunrise,
citrus bite into the east coast where your eyes
wash over sea streaks and snow white linen sheets,
peel off the ink skin on a photograph
in a shoebox beneath your bed
curled, crumbled, weak
taped to the sayings of thunderstorm voicemails
bleeding love like a crushed wine glass
shatters against silence
a letter kissed by strawberry skies, made out of
feelings your heart couldn’t keep
(i don’t blame you) just don’t blame me for
missing what was once ours,
silk moon illusions and blue loneliness
carved into winter days
stuck on repeat because i can’t forget the way you
whispered my name
i can’t forget what it felt like the first time you
said my name
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