Manage me,
I'm a
mess,
Swept under
the rug of yesterday's home improvement,
a whimsical urge tossed
aside for the easy reassurance of home and comfort.
I am the photograph tucked away as a bookmark,
in a book left half
unread,
Once reopened to find memories
crawling back into peripheral sight,
faded, creased, and lonely.
I long to be admired, long to be
held, torn, and-
laughed
at,
laughed
with-
Like a
distant relative or an old friend breathing in their last
breath.I missed the moment when time collapsed and memory was
erased, replaced with finicky
social experiments, lost in the blur of intoxication, sucked
through multi-colored
bendy-straws, making way
for a spinning world where hub-caps stood still, but our vision
didn't.
If I could
leave you with only one thing, it would be small, foldable, and
made from trees, with a few careless words, scribbled in
blue;
take a minutes to learn me, take a moment to
love me, because
I need you love to live, and without it, I am nothing.
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