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- look at their handwriting

- read their favourite book and search for pieces of them within the pages

- listen to their music and let it resonate with you

- go to their favourite place

- stay up ‘till 3am and let them spill their heart out to you

- ask them unusual questions that you never even thought would intrigue you

- spend a day with them doing nothing

- look out for the things they subconsciously do when they’re happy

- use their body wash when you shower at the persons place (truly, you’ll feel it)

- make art with them, sitting in the silence just drawing or painting, or having deep conversations while making art, both realllyyy connect them

- spent time with their pets (but not too much because they might be jealous) - notice how they squeeze the toothpaste bottle.

- let them tell you their dreams and ask if you can look it up for them, share the results.

- have deep eye contact with them

i’d suffer hell if you’d tell me what you’d do to me tonight

heat of her breath in my mouth; im alive

i’d be the choiceless hope in grief that drove him underground

idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on his sword

and when the earth is trembling on some new beginning with the same sweet shock of when adam first came

every version of me dead and buried in the yard outside

the stench of the sea and the absence of green are the death of all things that are seen and unseen

if I was born as a blackthorn tree i’d wanna be felled by you, held by you, fuel the pyre of your enemies

some like to imagine the dark caress of someone else, I guess any thrill will do

before the wave hits, marveling at god; before he feels alone one final time and marries the sea

betray the moon as acolyte on first and fierce affirming sight

i have never known peace like the damp grass that yields to me, I have never known hunger like these insects that feast on me

screaming the name of a foreigner’s god; the purest expression of grief

sweet and right and merciful, i’m all but washed in the tide of her breathing

but you don’t know the hell you put me through; to have someone kiss the skin that crawls from you

so i try to talk refined for fear that you find out how i’m imagining you

my head was war, my skin was soaked, I called your name ‘til the fever broke

be still, my indelible friend, you are unbreaking

my peace has always been dependent, on all the ashes in my wake

I’m somewhere outside my life, babe, I keep scratching but somehow I can’t get in

true that love in withdrawal was the weeping of me, that the sound of the saw must be known by the tree

if secrets were like seeds, then i’m lying on the marble marvel of the flowers you have made