to the girl before me.
i love you like i’d love my own flesh and blood
we’re cut from the same one-thousand count sheets
bound together by a little red thread of tragedy
it’s a shame we had to meet this way
but it’s better late than never
we’ve rubbed salt in our wounds in the name of healing
we’ve cried the same tears, cursed the same name
we’ve ballroom danced barefoot on shattered glass
i have a dream, spectral in thought, translucent in meaning
we’re alive
and we’ve bloomed in a garden surrounded by all the other souls we just haven’t met quite yet
23:22, [it’s almost midnight and my heart is still beating]
- A.H.
