i love you joy is coming

Do you understand? When I am done telling you these stories, when you’re done listening to these stories, I am no longer I, and you are no longer you. In this afternoon we briefly merged into one. After this, you will always carry a bit of me, and I will always carry a bit of you, even if we both forget this conversation.

goosefire girl— wild. hungry. every poem I’ve written is a burning. did you think you could run from me? my matchstick blaze and your apple core. I eat you open-hearted under the noon sky. did you think you could be free of me? I birthed these hands, pulled out these veins. singlehandedly I built the mirror maze in your mind— did you think I wouldn’t catch up? crossbow loaded gun cocked ready aim fire did you think I was too far away? did you think we were two entities, separate and whole? did you think you could live if I wasn’t swallowing you cold? I’ve told you— infinite.