i wonder if you think of me in gold metaphors

if my words—both acidic and the ones that calm your chaos breathe between the torn sheets of your journal

if my laugh echoes with a balmy desolation in your mind

if teeth ruin your zenith mouth when you look at me cross the street

if your eyes sting sharply and you weep with the rain

if your chest screams in distress when you see me smile at someone else

if your heart breaks but augments itself right after

because mine does

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im literally gonna delete this book someday bc i feel like im expressing myself too much yikes