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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