i miss you
counting stars
as i breathe
constillations

harping words
as i calculate
the syllables

recanting scars
as i absorb
the silence

i swim beneath the
concrete as you
sketch your initials
in the cracks.

but i’m lying bruised
and you’re a ghost
in my sleep..
walking sideways..
tripping over insecurity.

we said we wouldn’t let
the past define us..
dwelling like spirits
in a house of glass.

but we keep running
from reality..
except we’re trapped
in the attic
dining with giants..
feasting on the dead.
telling stories a thousand
times to the same monster.

so grab my hand
and close your eyes if you can..

nothing else should matter.

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