haunted by the ghosts of all the promises i broke, i crawl back home and find you there
STILL GROWING
you mosaic of naivety and wisdom you filled up diary with daydreams an earnest little soul starved for the glory of things unknown to anyone especially you of course you’re anxious watch as you outline your journey as if you’re some gifted psychic who can somehow predict the ending you carve rules into stone with your fingernails wish on signs and shooting stars you look for comfort everywhere except yourself you are young still growing still soft hands and wide eyes it’s you really in the clear, lukewarm water a kaleidoscope of lessons from all the places you’ve ever been and all the people you’ve ever met did i lose you or did you find me? you’re too young to know the difference and so am i
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but when we meet for the first time since that apple-colored September you squeeze my hand and plead ‘please, come back.’
Egypt
you’re wrong still a blossoming bud still unaware and terrified sleeves soaked with fallen tears so how then can i not forgive myself for the plans that fell through and the days that left me empty? how then can i not pick myself up for you? how can i look at you and how far i’ve come and not love myself for it, too?
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