You’re my end. I’m you’re beginning. We are sea ice.

choices in error

I stepped deep into the sea wearing a summer dress and sat on the stone staircase dripping wet. Always, I grow the most fevered storms. I now had a mouth full of ocean and I missed my books. But I missed you beyond the horizon and right over the edge of time.

There was us

and then there was only me and morning aches of two am reckonings,

where I couldn’t force my eyes or silence your echos.

You were a gateway drug

leaving a labyrinth of goddamn

all over the inside of my skin.

I’d move with the dawn wondering about everything and tripping on veins and cords strung everywhere. My heart was always going on about you and it was beheld in my unhinged willow eyes.

There was us,

then there was me,

and then there was you and I.

The fluid blue stare once more into my longing, those little delicate…

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