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your facial expressions flash 

through my eyes like memories 

of warm weather, and the way 

your sweat smelled sweetly 

on your skin 

as we reached a height 

we'd never thought we could 

all the while remaining too disconnected 

to ever even respect each other 

when we made it back down 

to the bottom again, I confided in you 

the things I'd heard, that you didn't like 

and made me uncomfortable 

you offered me some words of advice 

that never really fit in 

because you were never really behind them 

stars shot across the sky 

as I laid in the grass 

and you swung on a swing and 

bugs bit you in all the places 

I wanted to kiss you 

and changes occured in ways 

I never imagined 

the worse for the better 

I'm trying to hard to clear up miscommunications 

by giving them that name 

as opposed to lies, which is all they are 

but all I have is facial expressions 

and skin that says nothing 

with scratch marks and empty eyes

from the bites of little insects 

that got closer than I ever could.