strychnine in my lungs
from linens filled with tears
Somehow
I kept on searching
Still Believing
one day
you'd show up
in a way that I could see you
really were
what I'd been searching for
But instead,
you never showed up
no
you just kept calling, from under my own covers
begging me to turn off the magic show
and slow down.
A cup of tea
a deep breath
you said was all I needed
to
wake up
and then...
there you were
like daylight
through a window
I had painted black
It is I, who must apologize, to you
for taking so long
to
wake up
I love you
I love Your Soul
Your Beloved
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