maybe it's too early for this. but fuck it, i feel it so here it is.

maybe i'm acting this way

cause i don't wanna lose you, maybe

cause i can't get enough of you

maybe i already feel like this is my world

and i'm paranoid

scared that i'm not the right girl

i want to show my shadow and 

we can hide in the dark

move out to the ocean and live in a van

under the stars

all i know now is that you 

make me real

you make me feel your words on the page 

and that's exactly what i wished for

and when we're in your car

drivin straight to nowhere

my lonely hand touches your palm 

and i'm reading scripture

and i'm saved

i'm out of patience for this

shit around me, this pointless 

absence of muse, these

outskirts of misery

we feel each others bones 

like they were were meant to collide

inside,

beneath a blanket

i give you the best poems i've ever read-

the very thing i identified 

first and said

THIS is living

breathing

SAVIOR WRITING 

it makes me feel 

and now i met someone 

who makes me feel without my pen

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