i think i see too much of you in me
only now that you’re breathless and waiting
in the brooks between ill-postured trees
when your missing posters filled every neighbourhood
i learned to keep pure my hiding places
not for anyone but myself
relearned fear, relearned grief
stained pigment, adorned in bodily reminders
everything that rots can learn to grow again
kept on searching for anything left behind
kept rehearsing your words in short bursts
always expecting the endings to turn out differently
sometimes i wish i knew you so I could know myself better
a parasocial pipe dream always whirling in my head
for the best then, i’m glad i didn’t
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