we went back to the place
with the river and rocks
the reds of the leaves were
replaced with greens
and the river was high but
the path crunched with our feet
we sat in the swing
taking in the new air
our growth was palpable
my need for your companionship
was no longer desperate
you finally knew your personal truth
we swayed on the rock
your back to my chest
our breathing patterns clashing
in symphony
I smiled into your shoulder
as you played with my fingers
I knew then
the year prior was merely
romanticized in my mind
our rebellion was a grasp
for sanity and our feeling of
freedom was only a jail yard
but now we are here
and content
and I realized that
anywhere with you
can feel like this
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Brain Dump
PoetryIf I write a poem, it goes here. A collection of thoughts, dreams, fears, and whatever else I see in my brain. TW: mentions of sexual assault, suicide, depression, anxiety, self harm
