I let my body
speak stories
and hope that you are listening 
I was looking for someone 
like you 
I like to let
white noise
run under my sides 
and fill my hands heavy 
until the world is 
no longer loud
Because I was searching 
for a fragility 
to match mine, 
wondering where 
in your body 
you store my words 
and what “forever”
does to your heart 
when you told me
Thank you 
For pulling from me 
pieces of myself 
I'd kept so hidden 
I forgot they were even there  
 

pure lAVA
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