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I

wait for every sunrise,

think

how has this not already been named

poetry

I

jump start

when your shadow flirts with my skin

I

spend too much time

drowning in my own head

so saltwater kisses

feel like liberation

I

call risks the worst option

as if I don’t take them every step anyway

and yes I am supposed to be your wings

but I have never been cleared for takeoff

and yes I am supposed to be your savior

but I can’t get off the ground

I

abandon ship

at a glimpse of sunset

I

hold your hand through

the whole world

we dance in

every biome

every skipped rock

worrying about how my skin feels

and forget to take

all the pictures

I

don’t want to call this

a swan song

but I keep hearing

the damn birdcalls

I

make a patchwork out of all the what ifs and if onlys and could have beens

and throw it over us and maybe

I bet

then we will be enough