Take the time to slip out your mind,
long enough to take a breath outside.
Your heart's set on being content;
but you give it all on second bests.
The clouds swoop down in the Summer
and sink into the trees;
they speak to me and tell me
to keep walking the path I've taken.
"You'll lose glitter as the days go by,
and the stars won't be as bright
as the firefly you used to be.
Leaves will fall and the ocean
might not be as salty as it was
when it was sweet.
You'll find oxymorons in the corners of
the lives you chose to live beside you;
but you will find yourself the better for it."
The fog gives way to a radio set in my mind
that I couldn't have found alone.
Passive-aggressive never had hope in my eyes.
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I wish people spoke like this out loud in everyday context. I think if I died that day. . .it'd be the only one where someone would finally be able to elaborate on "it happened so fast."
I'm happy for you that you've found someone and something to turn your poetry somehow more flavorful and. . .substantial. It sounds like you don't plan to worry too much. Good. Good luck as well.
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