this is pretty obvious, right? if i gave too many details it would just be me admitting to crush.
i only do that when i'm drunk, i know that by now.
in lieu of repairs
there was a bird
flew away with my string
before i could finish piecing
my back together
my stitches were lost
to build new nests
in trees i climb only
in my dreams
a make-shift spy branch
has little use when grounded-
when twigs can't restore
their connections with lost leaves
so i stay perched
and lie in wait
of a breeze to float
me up to where she sleeps-
dangerously close to the rest of space
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