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you want me to write
you want me to truth
you want me tell
how i feel
how i peel
what's the deal
how i'm undone
by the way you
stand sometimes
just behind me
i can feel you breathe
you want to know about
butterflies
and texts
spitting future mid air
into the wee hours of night
swapping stories between my legs
holding your heart in my palm
moving just right
just to feel you that much more
to somehow hug your core
and hope that i'm enough
to support that back bone of yours
and all those dreams on the tip of you nose
those concepts running down your tongue
looking for a space to just be
let it be me--
but instead
what rolled off
was not me
and i am reminded
i am number three
another girl
in your world

so i'll pick up my things now
pack up these sweet nothings
wish you the best now
you can erase all these writings
you want me to truth
you want me to tell
how i feel
how i peel
what's the deal

you heal
me