story.time

by .me.

There’s a story I know,

I’ve lived it before.

and before, and before.

You come in my dreams, but where are you?

I don’t need you, but these walls won’t fall on their own.

you, whoever, have something the others don’t.

you’re blind, yet with laser-sharp precision, you pin-point me.

you push the button to lower the bridge before I even know.

I guess I’m too good at protecting myself now,

that I don’t know the difference.

can’t feel the instance.

there’s too much resistance.

to love.

weeping heart

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