i wonder if you think of me in gold metaphors
if my words—both acidic and the ones that calm your chaos breathe between the torn sheets of your journal
if my laugh echoes with a balmy desolation in your mind
if teeth ruin your zenith mouth when you look at me cross the street
if your eyes sting sharply and you weep with the rain
if your chest screams in distress when you see me smile at someone else
if your heart breaks but augments itself right after
because mine does
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im literally gonna delete this book someday bc i feel like im expressing myself too much yikes