i’m glad there was a version of me in your head that you could bring yourself to love.
i don’t understand
how the people around me learn
to love me better
everyday but i bask
in the warmth with gratitude and muffed confusion.
the love is all there it has always been there : always? : yes my lovely angel always always always.
everything is love everything has always been love you are a sum total of everything and everyone you have loved
even clean carpets and the feeling of hair on your eyebrows
it is all you.
i’d drink cosmic latte all day long and i don’t like coffee. even if no one understands this,
the universe draws a dot to dot of all my poetry just like i draw dot to dots of her constellations.
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