what
makes
me
weak
pt. IV.
poems about
love
and break ups
and sex
and being alone
those about
kissing
sleeping in separate beds
wondering
what
someone's
voice
sounds like
poems about
miles
walking
tears, regret,
time
TIME
waiting
anticipation
these are all
written by souls
itching to be free
from the claustrophobic
home called
finger tips
we are all guilty
of keeping
the middle man
a prisoner
of keeping
words our lovers
should have heard
years ago
of forgetting
how much angel
is left
in a stranger's
voice
of forgetting
we have
all
fallen in love
head over heels
flying
with an angel-voiced
stranger
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