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I guess I'm done
Saturday, July 11, 2015 || 1:41 PM
I wanted to write something about you, an ode, a poem, anything — but I was stuck; my mind drawing blanks as bare as the spaces between us. I no longer have anything to say.
Hesitant
|| 10:08 AM
These are the sweet pockets of warmth edging its way through the ridges beneath the cracks of my skin — tiny sparks of hope. I house them all with caution, trembling fingers shelving them in with all my broken pieces.
I am only somewhat there — I am an unabridged apology, all too careful and never enough ready. I am two parts shaken and all parts fear. I am sorry I can only ever be a somewhat, a kind-of, a maybe, an "I'll think about it", a placeholder. These palms do not have much to offer, for now, at least.
There are so many mistakes to be made. There is not enough of me to bear their consequences.
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