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I'll send it in the mail with my saliva sealing the crumpled brown paper envelope and a faded stamp stuck to the front
my scratchy script streaking your hallowed name across the surface ink splatters from my shaky unsure hand
inside a decidedly cliche and simple statement
Dearest X (your name would go there),
I have been waiting for someone like you
Love, me.
I awake a thousand times in the night to find it's a nightmarish reality of a dream
I've blurred the lines between here and there between now and then between me and you
this and that
it's so trivial, all of it
You don't read me and I don't hear you; I see you and you smother me
I drown and you float on your back to the shore
dear one it's clearly a mistaken case of identity a whiplash romance and a cracked knuckle
I've broken my back and made you a gift from the pieces
wrap my arms around your neck twist my fingers in your hair
lick my back and make me shiver again
you say things in a tone with so little affect
like everything is a curiosity and you are poking and prodding simply to see what it is made of