untitled (part 6) I miss you.
my happiness wants to float
it twists itself through my words
maybe I worry about
the sounds of adversity
fall on ears that
carve things into syringes

attempted former darkness
threaded with cautious contentment breeds
...insincerity?

kiss me, lift me up
I choose to ignore my own
recipe for unsuccess
it doesn't seem to gouge the same hole in you. 1

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