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Title: Space, Mr. Indescribable, Ghostingly, Once upon a time, I'm sorry

Poetry dump. Not my usual thing; I'm sorry.

Space

I stare at this unlined paper and
d r a w

my thoughts on it, every twist and
t u r n

a memory for me to
f i n d

in my sparest
t i m e

-

Mr. Indescribable

You’re my Mr. Indescribable.
My Mr. Incomplete – that’s you.
You, who make me feel
anything I’ve never felt
and more.

You’re my Mr. Indestructible.
My Mr. Inoperable – that’s you.
You, who’ve fallen and
snapped more times than you
or I can count.

You’re my Mr. Wanted.
My Mr. Needed – that’s you.
Life is breathing and beating
and being
with you.

-

Ghostingly


Sometimes, I feel like a
ghost,
and I wonder if I exist, or if I am a
shade?
Your eyes catch mine and I suddenly feel
RETURNED TO LIFE.
Your lips touch mine and it’s all a
dream –
I wake and find myself a
ghost.

-

I’m sorry

I’m sorry…
that I love you.
that I’d do anything for you.
that you can’t see it because
I don’t show it.
I care so much about you,
and I ask for forgiveness,
so please take me by the hand,
so smile and tell me it’s okay,
so laugh and call me silly.

I’m sorry…
that I loved you.
that I wanted to be yours.
that I would’ve done anything for you
and I’d do anything to be yours –
and I’d love for you to be mine;
but it doesn’t work out like that,
because Life is like that and
I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.

-

Once upon a time

Once upon a time there was a
you and me
boy and girl
smart but so dumb
quiet and so silent
secretive, then open
mine and yours

but we
split and broke
regretted and cried
made amends but acted cold
tried and responded

and now
friendly but defensive
kind but hard
forgetting but remembering
“just friends” and wanting more