Sunrise

lifting up my eyelids to the heavy sky

clouds breaking to show a sliver of sun

i remember every poem i wrote you

all of them emblazoned on my heart

like little lines of fire

take them

they’re for you

and by you, i mean the whole you

the one who didn’t know

how tortured it could be to love me

the one who tried anyway

the one who failed

the one who exploded

my synapses like a thousand 

fireworks in the misty night

the one who seemed to see

the one who seemed to not

the one who taught me how

to listen first & foremost

to myself

i will bury your bracelets

across the river today

& your letter too

whenever it arrives

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