Can you tell me about a time when it was so dark but you fought back and got up

Just swinging through the days until the hole was gone from your mind

When you really felt alive

Can you share with me the sound of your voice when you’ve been laughing too hard

The look on your face when something surprises you

The tilt of your head as you strike that pout you’re so proud of

Can you sit with me here in this place and tell me something I’ve never heard before I would listen to every sound

I would take in every face you make

I know it’s not like before

I know I’m not the perfect person but I

Always loved that you weren’t perfect couldn’t the places we’ve been broken fit together somehow

A homemade puzzle piece

Longing to have the chance to say how bad it was every time you came sweeping in

Longing to be recognised as that girl in the second row

And the guy who got kicked out of his house mere hours before you read his rambling

Nervous

It would be nice if it was easy

I don’t know how to tell you I’m none of the things you think I am without putting them on paper and having to face then again.

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