Adventura, Poetry
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I see a burning house
and I think about the last time
you were in my bed
or I was in yours.

Either way,
we were on fire
and it was only a matter of time
until we both burned out.

I held on to you like
clouds hold on to rain
until you became too much
for my two hands
to hold.

I held on to you
until I couldn’t,
until you had to burst,
until you spilled out over onto us,
pouring truth onto the flames.

You were trying to save our home
but the roof was already gone.

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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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