i dont know if i love you
or the idea of you.
and thats really hard.
i think in black and white.
yes or no.
good or evil.
but you don't
and i don't know how you
live
like
that.
it's a question everyone asks me.
"Do you still love her?"
i don't know.
i will never know.
and i don't know how i will live like that
flowers are blooming
like life rejuvenating
nature waking up from hibernation
an alarm clock to society that
flashes pinks yellows and greens
to remind us that summer is coming
I sat
curled in a ball
under the scorching stream.
Blistering water
drawing a flushed mosaic on my back.
I have had so many friends.
Some may say I am lucky
to be surrounded by huge groups.
Always having someone to talk to.
I agree.
I am lucky to have all these people.
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