Adventura, Poetry
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Denial in Three Parts

I

Maybe one day
we’ll break bread on old pavements
and sing songs of days past.

I’d love to
look back on grainy memories
and recall long-accepted truths.

But I’d rather not hear from you
‘til then.

II

Don’t knock on my door
or throw rocks
at my window.

Don’t wait up for me,
don’t wait by the phone,
don’t wait at my door,

Don’t wait.

III

Don’t worry about me,
and try not to stay up.

And I’ll try too.

I’ll try to stay away
and stay good,
I’ll try to stay warm
in this cold bed
and I’ll stay calm
too.

You don’t have to worry about me.

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Hi, I’m Emily and I like to think of myself as a kaleidoscope, but one that ranges from a spectrum of commitment issues to emotional hoarding, all circling around varying shades of anxiety. People say I have trouble ‘staying present’ and I’ve found that daydreaming becomes significantly less acceptable in your 20’s.

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