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I want to go to poetry readings someday and listen to lovely people read their lovely poems out loud and for people to hear mine as well. As of the moment though, this is all I'm capable of. 

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you radiate so much soft-spoken energy
while i am but a mere whisper
of beat too late unsincere apology.
i want to kiss the veins
that crawl along your wrists
painting your skin with the colors of life
but i think my lips are unworthy
of gracing such a lovely unpeppered canvas.

life.
you are filled with so much life
and light and a lot of warm things
and i think that's the most beautiful thing about you.
some people merely exist.
some people merely waste away breaths,
waste away time,
waste away precious moments,
waste away words.
but maybe i'm a hyprocite
because if we lived in an alternate universe
where we were allowed only three words per day
i'd waste mine telling you
"i love you"
until you'd start believing it too.

i've given up so many 11:11 pms
wishing for things out of reach
that the air started to smell like false hope.
but then i remember that one time i wished for you
and the air started to smell like early Sunday mornings,
like soft-spoken happiness,
like bright unfiltered sunshine.

because if i were a cold, rainy February,
you'd be a sunny eager July.