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Ok so the truth is I’ve been trying to fly, but it keeps coming out more like shake. drop. digging out from waist deep “I’m sorry”s. Is this romantic? My crawl out. My rip out. silicone glue. fancy dress. Maybe this is fear? It can’t be. fear is drip. fear is falling through my hands. this is something stickier. this is wine stain, honey I’ve found a shirt you’ll keep picturing me in. holding kids in. build in. built in. wet bar. cracked forearm. Craving? No I know craving. craving is the edge of my tongue lacing my inner lip. is making sure you see. is the grip my hand has on your lower back. is the don’t be gentle. No this is something more like bike ride. hands up black out I want to be so close I can feel the wind through your hair as well as mine. skin pricks swell down my neck. My voice soar from screaming “I love you”. My voice soar from gently asking “love me like this”.