- i dream of us eating pizza in a cramped booth and i can still taste the stifled air of it all and picture the way you leaned in eyes glinting in the neon light hand cupped around my ear have your words ever been so soft as when they warmed the tip of my ear breath frosting the overhead mirror i have always been seventeen and yet simultaneously never before you meet my eyes in a crowded parkinglot and i have never looked away faster you met my eyes then too but i took my time holding your gaze and you had not yet said you did not deem me worthy of it i cut my hair one wednesday morning and the shears had not come down sooner than your beloved conciousness in my weary mind it has been wednesday ever since i have stopped existing in the year where you took my hand and just stepped foot into a january where i have never known your face
jan 23 2025 ∞
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