i have no words.
and sometimes, it’s better that way-
and sometimes it’s not.
i want to keep drawing
pictures, dreams, futures, castles,
anything
to keep you from looking away.
i want to, no, i need to
hold your eyes and make you look
at me- i don’t want to sit in a corner
and think this isn’t even real
and i want to curse, yell
and scare the hell out of these walls.
and god.
sometimes i just need you to see me.
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