You always stood out
Carpet floors and Donovan
Saturday naps and wrestle fights
All our talks about life
Tired skinny bodies
Laying next to each other
Silent pulsed emotions
Eating pieces of feeling
Comfort in the conscious
Of a body next to yours
Breathing off each others lungs
Was I scared, or just looking for air
We didn’t love each other
We didn’t hate each other
We could have been something
We could have been nothing
It’s just a busy circle of connections and misconceptions
A line of shape building art of movements
A dream locked in the back brain voice
It’s the same story with changed adjectives
I am just like you
Feeling someone
Because you feel them
Inside of yourself
You were lonely
I was lonely
Our small built world
Of rosy kids under sheets
Comfort in the conscious
Of a body next to yours
Breathing off each others lungs
Was I scared, or just looking for air
To the moon
Our pasts sleep
I always miss happiness
By a second
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