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2017 My head is busy when you’re around,
so used to motion,
it is working hard at not thinking now.
I often trip over the easy.
We are not flawless,
we are not falling apart.
We are somewhere in between.
I don’t want to take this state of mind for granted.
I remember too many things you might not want me to
but I want my world to begin and end with you.
I want too many nickels,
too many minutes,
too many words to cry and call home.
I want too many decisions,
too many moans,
too many breaths I hope I won’t regret.
My head is busy when you’re around,
not used to sitting still
and letting every letter slip out
so you can hear it,
I fill it with the freedom to fall
and hope it catches me-
will you catch me?
