torrential downpour.
rain slaps the roof above me.
i feel like i am being compressed,
chin pressed into an all-weather couch.
all the sadness i was apt to avoid
has nowhere left,
to go tonight,
i would like to go with you,
or even him or her.
all of us would be best.
together.
i miss you all,
i miss us,
i miss me.
this is not love.
this is attachment and fear of change.
this is want,
for the way things used to be.
ill-advised:
come back to me.
just be with me
until i can survive alone.
potential:
leave me, let me drift away.
i won't remember this years from now.
lie to me so i can sleep,
alcohol in my blood, hope in my dreams.
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