
there's me.
there's me and you.
there's me and you and
we are in a boat, sailing up a mountain
to see the tornado derby.
it starts raining trail mix, naturally
we use an umbrella made of sound.
the sun a blinding black hole
my hair blooming flowers, you tower ten feet tall.
the mountain erupts and now
we are going uphill against lava, in a canoe, pulled by paper aeroplanes
to see forces of nature fight for the sky.
there's me.
there's me and you.
there's me and you and
we are laughing like we used to.
you are smiling with sober eyes.
you take my hand in yours and say...
There's me.
There's me and just me.
Startled awake, alone in bed
Cold sweat, eyes welling
I knew it was a dream when you said that you loved me.
About the Creator
Rachel Rose
comically sad, embarrassingly hopeful, disgusted romantic
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