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that you don’t know the definition of this “something.” let me explain. something like waking up way too early while i drag you out to see the sunrise that we could’ve missed. something like listening to someone being completely honest with you even if it meant that it’d destroy things. something like destruction is just the beginning of creation. something like a smothered flame that found a forest to burn, so i turned my heart into a paintbrush— even if i’m painting on a slab of molten lava, the vision of something like you finally making my feelings feel less like obsidian and i’m dull to the noise and isn’t it truly something? to have so many different ways of being just beause love didn’t get it right the first time. something like your youth meeting my hands and i can finally get a chance to undo the pain left by broken wings and shattered mirrors— the disillusionment of the desert that it might rain in a few moments if only you traveled through this quicksand to get to the middle of nowhere, where my heart is captured by something like the shape of my lips when they’re pressed to say your name during the darkest nights when i have nothing, but your body to tell me that i’m not just another someone to you and this isn’t just another something to you— inside the lostness of my mind, you were something that i could have loved and that is something i’ll never forget

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