i will
write you unnecessary letters
until you love me again.
mad-ly but
truly deeply i say
i
might have jumbled things
up, but anyway
we call truce. jinx.
things you say
are magnified they
increase the cat-like span
of my life
and i want
you to know
what it means to me
to wake up
with half
a sphere in my hands,
desperately longing
for you (to be)
the other side. like toast.
we can put us together.
love is like
strawberry jelly.
things get sticky,
and sweet.
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