I’m anxious about you.
Are you speaking to me
in third person, what
language is this?
What beings do you
belong to beautiful, this
subject Deja vu.
Should I start with
... my name is
I’m in enamored
by your eye
You are my person.
I’m going on trips with
you to unknown places.
Please understand that
I am no one
—and you are my person
How is it that you can see
me, I’m getting stuck in rain,
on cold winter nights, while
creating pillars of unfounded
thoughts about you.
Today! I almost screamed.
You never, never — wait.
Jesus wasn’t real.
The sky isn’t real.
Apparently, I’m praising
the moon god, asking him
to give me a second chance to
redeem myself. I’m honest
enough to know that a souvenir
won’t defeat me.
Look back at it for the joy.
On repeat from the anomaly
that this world is more than
stand-offish. I’m considered
unbearable now by my own
love.
What’s happening that you would
travel this far on God. Never!
About the Creator
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