Saturday, July 27, 2019

tired

how many times
must i open myself
to you

until you finally get me

how many ways
must i word what i am
to you

until you finally accept me

no trust
at every word
no help
at any step

no chance
that we're speaking
the same language

at all

i was taller
before i met
you

the view was much better



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