the following is a hollowing.
*
your hands
long to
belong to me
and shortly after
i will kiss you
for once
not tasting myself
*
feel all
fell fall
and
watch as the fires
of autumn
wilt in winter
with her
*
the book reviewer
wishes to write better
than the book
the critic
considers themselves
art
and i sit alone
convincing myself
i am okay alright fine
and not fully alone
*
the heart is the heaviest
thing when incomplete
and when broken
it thuds to the legs
stopping you from moving
to the light
*
i have been stuck
on building simple poetry
because
simple sticks
have built more
than i have been
*
i am as
i was which
i will remain
i even when
i don’t
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