I love it but I also hate it when she leaves my apartment and thus it smells like her for the next 3 days. The struggle is fuckin real man
When I was with you we were an estuary, I don’t know if I come from the river or the sea. All I know is you are both my opposite and my reflection, and where we meet, all salt and mouth and convergence. We were the meeting point of a mountain and a valley, from a distance it is clear that we are inverted forms of one another. Should our mountain crumble it would fill the valley to our brim, creating flatland where there was once chaos, but until that beautiful collapse, we wonder where you begin and I end. We were two bodies, running out of room in this world, we carved space in ourselves for the other to borrow. For the other to burrow. I wake up sometimes with ghost traces of your lips on my bone, and my arms holding your phantom frame as you drift away. We were roots and soil, the splendor of a tide pool, we were giants. But for now, we can’t swallow the things that separate us. Lioness, please grab me again by the scruff of my neck and lick the wounds I’ve made trying to taste my own blood.
I liked you like I like the dark, why would I aim to defeat it?
I’ll be seein’ you
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For reals, like not for fakes, I think I want to date this hippie girl with blue hair. Quarter-life crisis in full swing for sure. She’ll be my Bingo.