These thoughts of you-
they are mine,
you can't have them.
They comfort me
in the dark
when I worry
I am not alone.
They bring me joy
when tears
threaten my cheeks.
They warm my heart
when it grows
cold and starts
to wither away.
These thoughts of you-
they are treacherous,
they consume me
like salty pluff mud
out past the dock
of our youth.
You cannot see
how the possibility
of you affects me
every day.
They whisper
like crickets
chirping in my ears,
telling me it's okay
to want more.
How my heart
betrays me
every time
I think of you.
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