There is a swelling in our kneecaps
and I am afraid we cannot
stand without getting lost in love.
There’s a river in your chest
and I am still learning how to swim.
But you reach into the water
and your tumbleweed voice
calls out to me.
Do you remember the puddles?
Do you remember the breeze?
I am scared -
who taught us how to stand?
Who taught us how to love?
Who taught us to grow fear in our mouths?
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She lives for pretty poetry old and new,
But in her heart she truly loves only two,
one is about regret, the other is about you.