strange boys and hazy trips

i breathed him in on my Wonderland trip,
head filled with moths laying eggs where gravity brushed down, thoughts getting heavier and more confusing, eyes begging to be seen, words struggling to escape.
never meant to get lost on my way,
but I've always been pulled toward darkness like fire and ice.
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Dear boy,
with dark hair and a lost name,
this isn't a love letter;
this isn't a confession.
this is a bottled up "nothing".

took my feet and replaced them with wheels, and pulled me along. followed you till i lost your scent,
and washed back to shore broken and heavy.
waited till you came back and watched you turn your back on me.
strangers keeping eye contact, relying on telepathic messages.

but, this might just be nothing.
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followed the shaded rabbit down the hole,
only to rid my curiousity.
got lost along the way.