I’m still here holding all of this love, all of this shame, all of these different shades of memories from the brightest to the ones now painted black…I’m still here with your ghost, as it sits with my delicate frame and the beautiful wild seed blooming and blossoming inside of it. The one we planted together, the one you left me to nurture…The one that grieves and swallows my tears. The only reason I’m not hollow. I’m still here. Are you chasing a moment to escape a memory? Do you love her like I loved you? Like I still do?
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