The vibrations you make, run through me and spins me for days. Your sweet scent charms me and I’m bewitched again.
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The world’s just a glass sphere I look in upon, something I lean against.
I put my arms around it, and I embrace.
inside-Everyone walks by so fast, people smile and laugh.
I pound as hard as I can. My knees bruised from tapping against the hard glass persistently, elbows violet indigo; it’s inevitable. I wasn’t made like everyone else.
Back against the cold soda-lime crystal, hands outstretched, my toes slowly dip into the optic, which was slowly liquifying below.
I fall in and glide into this star. I can’t find my legs to support myself on, I can’t find my voice to stabilize myself with. Yet I stand up and I try to communicate.
Everyone passes by and no one notices me.
I shout, yet I’m mute.
I wish you could feel what I feel. I wish you could understand.
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His love for me calls to me. Every time I turn to look he’s gone.
We play this game. A game of chasing.
He leaves me roses and other flowers to enjoy.
Notes and feelings inscribed into uneven parchment, and the accidental bleeding of ink.
But when he visits, his energy pulsate and instantly it weaves into me.
His sweet scent. A little musky.
Visit me more often.
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