grit // save Yourself first

have You ever
mourned a love
that never got
to grow, stood
on the edge of
id and ego,
measured the distance
in touches
and kisses,
scoured the
from behind
your breastbone
and found
the space left


i say things
with my lips
that to speak
would be cruel.

i want You.

i need You.

i love You.

the cruelty is
my inability
to follow through.

i close my eyes
when i’m dancing
when i’m riding,
when i’m trying
to exist, without
being seen.

“Look at me, please.”

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