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A Poem

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there were so many things
i wanted to say
when i had you on the end
of my red thread.

but the words evaded me,
closed up in my throat,
till i couldn’t make a sound,
tongue-tied around you.

it felt like falling,
it felt like losing,
it felt like admitting
i couldn’t bask in you.

and everyone else
had all their talks —
silly things, funny things,
all too much for serious me.

it’s always been like this,
and i thought things
might be different
with someone like you.

what do you do
when you want to speak
to someone so badly
but can’t form the thoughts?

i didn’t even want to be
someone like a lover —
but a part of me pined
to call you a friend.