Tidal Waves

Stitched my lungs back whole, breathed you in,
fell apart again.
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Dear boy,
we're back to the same tune, floating notes and barb wire melodies.
Take November, bleed it out and break it down. Winter months are not my favorite.
Poets in December,
Stoner boys in January,
Suicide's letter in February,
another year in March.
Cold bones and drug filled hearts, wrists with similarites, and spiderwebs in my skeleton.
Please,
please don't forget a heart can grow.
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i know it sounds like every time i give you credit,
i break this down.
i hit the spot,
i count the seconds,
i feed into misery's song.

but i built a bridge, climbed across it. four months i've been high,
and i can't get down from here.
if i fall,
i need you to catch me.
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Dear boy,
with eyes like the tide, rising high in my heart.
you breathed me in at my peak. legs dangling over the sea, deciding whether to jump in or not. don't know what you saw in a girl with hurricane eyes, designed to stir you up and bleed salty tears in your rivers. but damn i fell hard, drowned where the sun hit the water hardest, warm enough to strip naked and show winter scars.

i breathed you in, and then, i fell apart again.