When you love someone wrong, your heart
refuses to listen to reason. Instead
there is perched anticipation
in syllables meant for communication
but not really for what you want, right?
Answer: only if you continue to believe.
Sweat condescends in the orchids
gardens of ghosts. Popcorn kernels &
mint leaves. I know it’s
impossible, improbably, infeasible, indestructible
yet I persist. I cannot stop wanting
until you feel something or anything.
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