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Limerence

I feel time passing like nails on my skin

Piercing, commanding, but ephemeral

It floats by while I'm left to singe within

Nursing echoes that ring true like spells

 

Against the auroral skies my head bows down

But never hangs heavy

Evergreen vinyls, abandoned hometown

You still lurk in the shadows of my periphery

 

I see you when my hands cradle my head

And when I'm bent over the kitchen counter

And when my legs dangle off the bed

And when my forlorn eyes study my fingers

 

I hold my heart in my trembling palms

It still beats to rhythms I thought were wiped out

From the crevices of my brain, now filled with qualms

Mourning the seeds we planted with no room to sprout

 

I keep thinking to myself what I achieved

In the years I spent shrinking away from you and the world

When all I've ever wanted is to be loved loudly

Loud enough to be heard

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