Can you keep a secret? In my head I hold memories of our separation. The stories sink like Titanic but your heart was never made of stone. I missed your shipwreck of a reflection. Telling me where I went wrong as mirrors wrote hits in the records of your songs. To hold your face is eminent as it parted and burst into waves like the sea. Lucky for you I speak water, I’ve been drowned myself for millenniums. Breathing air felt deceptive knowing you were going under and would refuse to take my hand. Presently, you’re taking my hand walking through ashes of smoked streams from put out candles that scented of lilac tears and blueberry screams. I love you just as much because I know what parts had to eat at you to get here. And there you were standing like the stars half eaten flower that was saved to endure the rainy days. Waiting for someone to notice not only your rarity but also the critical condition you were in. Wildflower, let me help. Thunderstorms I poured, nourished you whole. We idled through fire for some time and suffered in oceans meant for us to encounter. Moving in a cultivated tongue I now breathe water while conversing waves.
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