i could touch the constellations in your sky.
i had more confidence in the minutes and hours of our tomorrow.
i could hold you at the tip of my tongue like every word we’ve ever exchanged between us.
i could happily finish the poetry i write about you rather than abandon it.
the best place to be wasn’t nowhere to be found.
i wasn’t able to find something beautiful in every ugly lie.
i didn’t find it so easy to find new ways to blind myself from reality.
i could guarantee that we would all live to see that beautiful tomorrow.
i didn’t possess so many stories I’d forever never tell.
love was not rocket-science. an experiment best done out of the comfort zone. forcing us to travel far from familiarity with the hope of belonging to someone else.
i couldn’t feel my heart struggle to beat when memories return.
you realized i was an untamed forest, not a flower in a glass vase.
it was enough to hold tight to our endless potential.
i could make them treat me better.
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