Gloomy summertime
The skies lied a hundred times.
Made me feel close to life even when it left the last time.
I think these purple and blue bruises feel normal now. These clouds hide the open space and make everything closer. How?
I think it's time to say good bye.
Even though I sit under the same sky.
The different views of love have shape-shifted the skies.

Did you know the real me?
Who knows the real me?
You'll recognize me in the love that cushions my goodbyes.

Visit the holy city of Mecca.
Do not fall in love with the ocean that keeps you from it.
Earth not water
Dissolve into yourself and tell me about the things that make granite.
Count the minerals that keep it solid.
Dont go with the flow know where you are going.
Most of the time its opposite ways the current is pulling.
Let the current go out on its voyage.
Stay here grounded covered in dirt.
Ill start writing in the sand bc they wont write stories about truth.
She told me they dont write stories about you
If you let yourself drown they won't make literature about you.
It never works out the right way for earth just like you.
Earth like you reminds the current that its lonely
Earth like you reminds the ocean current that the water its made of wont birth life out of you.
Drown.
Current said "To the bottom! Quick so I can swim up when you're forgotton and live a fluid life."
Dont go down there stay here be covered in your dirt.
Take pieces of him and be covered by mud.
Dig into the earth until you reach the holy city of Mecca.
Peace be what makes you solid.

I cant find the right thing to say.
Oh what could be left?

Is it
This or is it that?

No that cant be right.
I never even met you
But with our permission they took you away.

All that is left
Is
Untill we meet again
I'll keep looking for right thing to say.

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You write me love notes.
And I give you headaches.
You write me love notes.
I seem to not get it.
How can I feel the way that I do when you do nothing but love me for me?
You write me love notes.
And I make you regret it.

I love you.
I love you.
I love you.
I do.

I love you even after the world ends,
after space cracks and bends,
after the ink runs out of all of the pens.

Please dont forget it

You write me love notes.
And I give you headaches.

I promise you I've only ever wanted to give the greatest love story ever known.

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Forgive me for the way that I am.
I am
What
I am
Blinded by the tree of good and evil.
Untill these thoughts let me be.
Until these eyes let me see.
I know nothing about what it means to be truly free.
A facade; this isn't me; help; stay away!
I am poison.
I am
The fruit of the tree.

Pressed labels against the glass read
Chocolate, hazelnut, coffee, strawberry, and vanilla.
Two scoops of berry
Two scoops of coffee
Ice cream is sweet. Ice cream is fun.
I scream I love
Ice cream!!!!!
Its all just for fun.
With a hesitant voice and a warm hand
I propose to you
It might be time to leave the ice cream parlor.

Oh but
where would we go?
Soon we'll surely know
We'll go to a new place.
The safe place the one that burns real slow.
Truly, to warm and burn is much more exciting than to cool and freeze.
Trust me you'll like it
Nobody eats ice cream for the brain freeze.

Heat up your thoughts and we'll go on next door.
For here we'll get too cold.
Or maybe
its time to knock on the door of those who think they love you most.

How vanilla

I know what you'll say
"you think too much. stop it."
but I won't
I'll say
"you drink too much. stop it."
but you wont

If we stay promise me you'll pace yourself when you eat ice cream.
I'll add a shot of baileys for your liking.

Real talk
sugar aside
It's not power.
Its the rage of love.
Its the will to do.

Pace yourself when you eat the ice cream and focus on its sweet.
Tell me how sweet is too sweet?
DO YOU EVEN LIKE SWEET?
BEAUSE i love you
i mean i love sweet.

I've been dreaming about the sun
as far back as one and two.
I've been redecorating my resting place for twenty-one years.
But a grave is a grave is a grave is a grave
no matter the time it takes
to masquerade
my brave.
I've never been brave enough to face the light of day.
I've lived by reflected light.
It easy to stare at the moon by eyesight.
How do I stare at the sun with eyesight?

you came
to me past twilight and watched me redecorate.
I planted flowers in the grave.
but a grave is a grave is a grave is a grave
no matter how many flowers bloom at midnight.
(None of them did)
What then changed?

I took off the mask and let you open the door
and now
The light from the sky floods my grave with a force of a million volts.
I am reminded of the time
I thought I would never run through fields of ultraviolets.
Today I walk out of my grave.
To the day!

To what should I be afraid?
My fields are shot with blue violets.
The roots rip open grounds
as buds blossom with violence.
To what should I be afraid?

Today, because of you,
a grave is not a grave.
Today, because of you,
I wake up to the sun.
I'm staring at the sun without eyesight.
I love you
I feel the warmth of sunlight.