missing you @ 3:37am

Hold me beneath the sea’s blankets. Lull me to sleep with your breathing, the hiccups of your heart, your arms around my soul.

 

 

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Brushed

Maybe you were brought together
to brush each other in the right direction…
but that’s it –

a brush, a light shove, a great stroke
You weren’t meant to stick on each other’s canvas,
you were just tools used to lick colors from palettes and
slather it on surfaces until you created the mess you needed
to part