Thirty-seventh @ 11:42 p.m.
Lightly

There's no way to measure the distance,
or the length of the lies we believe.
There's no way to make this wrong.
[You're still going to leave]
You talk to me in timid lines-
The ones that make me stay.
[The words that never come out right]
It's undefined,
It's broken
But I don't mind.
I'm frightened of feeling
[nothing]
Of talking and sleeping,
Of spilling secrets that I keep on keeping.
Waking up with loneliness
Leaving you behind
Harboring a happiness
And a habit
Hard to break.
You come so clisp-clear-concise-
Like more than I can take-
Like "I hope I don't wake"-
Like I'm waiting for the next words
To leave your light pink lips
and echo
Like I could listen for forever just to know you better.






I guess this is goodbye-
This standing in the rain,
with both feet too far ahead
To catch my breath,
Just as it falls.
To fake a smile and shrug
and say "Good things are going to come my way."
To look with honest,
Optimistic eyes
At soft regrets,
And morning cries-
To find the floor beneath my feet
Is finally caving in
I'm closing in on my conclusion.

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