my friends name is crow
nothing exists when I am with him
we dress in cloaks of black with hoods
and embark on a quest once the sun begins to set again
we walk bare footed along muddy roads covered in wet, orange leaves
it's always fall when I am with him
we collect berries, weeds, flowers,
and scurry off once out breath is visible in the air
it is warm when I'm with crow
everything is alright when I am with him
the crows are evil
but not my sweet crow.
a time, there was a girl who adored space. She read pages upon pages of books about constellations and the stars, memorizing names and how many miles away they were from earth.
I feel like I'm imposing
Which isn't fair for you to do,
It's not fair that you make me feel like I'm on the outside
I hate sitting here, trying to reignite what once was
I thought we we're doing this anymore
subjugated to solitude eternal,
only perceiving and watching love,
maybe receiving it but never understanding it
never internalizing it
it bounces off. Doesn't stick,
unkept and unruly and unclean.
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