#order writes

of you, here, with me

i dream of waking up

in a house where you still live

i dream of our lives so intertwined

every room a mosaic

of our separate natures mixed

i dream of forgiveness

a wound i didnt make scab over twice

even when i couldn't

like a vulture to a

soon-to-be corpse

what i wouldnt give

and i am infinite recursive hands

reaching out to you

and you have never met me

i could reach inside of myself

and remove the part of me

that is wrong and hurting

the part that has ruined

so many good days

i wish i could fix for you

every single thing in your life

that makes it less than

a child to show off

a soldier to train

impersonal

to be looked at with pity

with knowing

i didnt want to be loved so briefly

an ache, a void waiting to be filled

something in you meant to come loose