Beautiful pink flowers and brown muddy waters
Green bushes and bristles, pushing out from the bank into the sun
Weeds sprouting out, growing and growing
The weeping willows wallowing in the bank, wishing waters would wash them
Flowering, pretty pinks and gratuitous spring greens
Graciously granting us peace, as we walk
above the beauty, on the bridge
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.
I threw a needle at the mirror, the whole thing shattered,
leftover lipbalm sits in my pocket.
I would’ve never kissed you if I knew you were straight
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