i live a double life, hidden behind pen and paper
and yet,
you have seen the most explicit parts of me.
i've always done better in writing
even those who know me best do not see the parts of me
you have seen
it's a distinct vulnerability.
the worlds all jumble together in my head, waiting to escape and make sense.
inspiration comes in waves, but no tidal charts.
the intensity of loneliness, the darkness of February, Fenway Park, late summer nights
crushing sadness, little sprinkles of success. love.
So many things lead me back to you; to wishing you were seeing it all with me.
to the times when you were.
somehow it was always you, etched into the deepest parts of my soul forever.
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