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Like I said,
whether you heard or not,
through waves crashing
from commotion of ripples
you unknowingly stir,
this is why.
This is why
I crawl up near,
closer than comfort,
to let your breath
on my neck
lull us both
to sleep...
...because that is my home,
not those walls.
And this is why
I sometimes ask
for you to come
and just be around,
not hold me close
or kiss it better,
but just to watch me
when I cry...
...because privacy most sacred
is too small.
Anyway, like I said,
because you never even
really tried,
you merely turn my concepts
inside out, just passing by...
...and then you have
the nerve to ask?
This is why.
you lit up my morning with your poem, i know exactly how you feel. thank you for reminding me how much i love my own significant, and why