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I can hear the echo

of the moments that you’re here

Bide my time to

keep you

I want to make a mess of the road behind me,

that girl framed in fire and ice-

Sometimes I miss her

but I don’t need who I was without you

This is like a trick question

I couldn’t answer until dawn

when I woke up to your body

wrapped in mine

And piece by piece I am learning

what the future looks like

as it folds us into a letter

and no matter where we end

we are still made of words

I don’t know why

people call love a drug

a curse

a storm

I am standing eyes open in the light.