i'm sitting in a gray dress and my heart keeps stopping. like somebody's little brother's first car, stop and go, stop and go. i'm waiting for the rain to come claim me. whose baby can i be, in this light? too dark for the flowers to kiss and see. raindrops fall and settle down on me and sometimes, i let them stay. i bury my umbrella inside the softest parts of my stomach. a raindrop's touch feels so real i try to trap them under the hair of my skin, like the arms of a lover pressing me into the white of a mattress, so my hair gets caught in the springs. or into the earth, so my fingernails scrape the rocky core. i'm constantly drowning. constantly coming up for air. i've taken to accepting constriction as affection. wouldn't choke me if it didn't love me. wouldn't fill me up if it would leave me emptied out. even the earth aches for touch, just sometimes. we are alike in this way alone.
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this is 3000% cheese but i wanted to get it out of my system. what's your favorite poem on this website?
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