#writespiration

I call the muses to me.

I call creativity to me.

I call acceptance to me.

I am a wellspring of creative potential.

I weave stories with skill.

the slender curvature of her fingers, or

the way her pink blushing glow lights up her face, or

her big big big brown eyes.

i’ll hear a song and want to send it to her in the mail.

i was thinking about her the other night

not just her, but how much i want her.

i want to hold her hand and kiss her lips

and the slow aching is destroying me.

and when this is over,

this,

we’ll pretend like nothing happened.

i will live in my head and imagine that she is still wise and i am still naive.

no college. no graduation. no disappointment, no tears.

i’ll imagine how it used to feel

to hold her hands

and to hug her, feel her warmth

how it used to feel

to rest on her shoulder

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