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2017 There is not enough space in here for you.
I spill my sins into flames and floods instead of
into your hands where they belong,
on your lips like I want to.
I bury my sins on paper
so they can disintegrate,
but sometimes I would rather just
let all my thoughts turn to ashes
and start over over over
I don’t want them anymore.
I don’t let myself know you like you want me to
because I know I can’t ever know you like I want.
I want you to see
all the ways I can move when you’re not looking,
how this outlet does not have a ceiling
and it fills me with furious,
how this alone shovels out all the black in my head
and helps me be what I am with you,
how this overfeel keeps overflowing
and I’ve run out of space to build any more walls.
You say you are
broken
but I know, I am forever splintering,
I will not worry
as long as you know how to love.
