music

coming up

 

You want a love that lasts forever, one that will never fade away
I want to help you with your problem, stick around I say

Coming up like a flower

You want a friend you can rely on, one who will never fade away
I want to help you find your answer, stick around, I say

Coming up like a flower

You want some peace and understanding so that everyone can be free
I’m gonna help you with your problem, you can make it, stick with me

Coming up like a flower

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music, poetry

#lostplaylists

I sent it in an email. I *think* I would have remembered you sent me a playlist, that you repeatedly mentioned, at some point in the year after I was in and out of the hospital, if this was reversed. But you are right. I have no idea what it was like.

I feel like I hung on every word of every goddamn song you’ve ever sent me. And making this for someone I had just said “I love you” to was like handing you my heart, and when you didn’t acknowledge it, I felt embarrassed and transparent, for yet again always being feeling like the vulnerable one.

But yeah, I know. You were sick.
And you are right, this isn’t space.

I suppose it doesn’t matter anyways at this point.

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