it spit us out of the garbage chute
out of the waterfall
sent downstream
moving like a crocodile
strong as a bull
head above water, faster than a kayak
when it hurt, i didnt notice
i shook off the dust
i didn’t stop to cry
over spilled milk
or even suicide
i didn’t stop,
to smell the roses
or smell the blood
that poured from the cuts
i didn’t see the tears that glisten
catching sunlight
on even the darkest day
my hands are still strong
my heart still beats too fast
in need of a hug
in need of a bath
are we invincible
or vulnerable
i don’t want to be just one
it seems like they
are the only two options
surely there’s balance
surely there’s an in between,
a half written song
maybe we can still
live in the future
looking ahead,
without missing today
being alive,
a blessing and a curse
a hug and a kiss
the strongest fist
when i see the sunset,
it’s like life ends
i don’t want it to end
i want to begin
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