I keep you folded in the corners of my heart
like a pressed flower that still bleeds color when I touch it
I long for your voice at midnight
for the way time moved slower when you were in it
I miss US
I miss the version of me that laughed without measuring the cost
I miss the afternoons that tasted like sunlight and rain
I miss wanting the future and believing it would include you
And yet,
I want to burn the photographs
Scrape your name off the walls of my mind with shaking hands
Because remembering you is drinking salt water to quench thirst
Because every beautiful memory has thorns and I keep bleeding
It is a cruel thing, to love a ghost and a moment at once
To ache for the warmth of a fire that also burned you
To scroll through old days like prayer beads,
and wish I could forget how to pray
So I carry you like a bruise I am proud of and ashamed of
Beautiful
Unbearable
Mine and not mine anymore
I long for you
I long to not long for you
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