forcing out the words,
hitting "delete" "delete"
but not tonight
no editing, no second-guessing
trusting, trusting myself
my words, thoughts, stream of consciousness
flow through, seep onto
the blank page
first snow of this winter
i saw a sign that said
free 1+1 americano on the first day of snow
where's my +1?
when will i hold your hand?
when can i lean my head on yours
when will i let my heart go again
take it raw, make a salad
put it in the oven, cook to the core
dancing and looking ridiculous
but each step must not be wasted
each breath is precious
remember
to remember
even though my heart refuses
even though i cannot see
lose the senses
take care of myself
like i would of my own child
edge of a barbwire
remember her
the fiery fierceness
and contradictions
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