pushing, pulling to fight in the wind.
"fight them off," he said.
"stay strong," he said.
well.
i am easily bendable and not quite mendable so
you can't take me to your mom's.
i'm sorry.
one hundred times wouldn't even be enough,
under my breath,
to tell you when i think about you.
is obsession love? or is
love an obsession. either way,
you have not left my mind, my heart, or my dreams.
in past, present, and future
motion.
come to me and keep me.
please.
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