I hold you
when I hear
Paper Airplanes
and I smile
at your hypothetical frown
at Far Away
attempts at emotion
Moments seem sweeter after they've
been bathed in bitter
reality
like everyday holds toxic mistakes
And I forget that I'm crawling inside
these lines
I have no baggage to make a soap box
and I have yet to convey
conviction without
that tainted elevation.
Optimism will infect the odds
and probabilities
letting me
count the beats of
butterfly wings
instead of counting down
their breaths.
Birth sign: Gemini
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