i know you're somewhere
you make me feel stuck
i thought getting over someone
meant meeting someone new
but you reflect on every surface
under the hot sun
in the sin city where i met you
the trees have been leaning your way
they're trying guide me to come to you
would you welcome me
would you change for me
i need more
conversations aren't overrated
i guess you haven't found appreciation for it
are you trying to change who you are
become someone you never were meant to be
i need the real you
we can't try again when i know the result
we've been there before
i can't give you my body if you don't give me your mind.
-a.c. (ongoing facetime call at 11:27)
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sweet dreams and chamomile tea
Poetrypoems that hit me at random times. every single one has a meaning. every single one makes up a page in my book.
