I live beautiful moments and then mourn them immediately.
My tears are hot and I keep heaving.
I love to be held and kissed.
Even if it results in feeling missed.
I love to lay like spoons in a drawer.
I grow inspired by being around even more.
I am so lucky-
This luck is heavy and I don’t mean to cry but I can’t help it.
My feelings are big and weigh on my shoulders like a tight and warm hug.
I can’t let go.
Its almost suffocating, but so comforting.
My cup smells like honey and might just overflow.
I suppose I could chug,
but what can I do with an empty mug?
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