I like when the lights are off
and it looks so bright outside
at eight PM.
Or the way my heart pounds
when I see you.
Even in a picture in my mind.
And I work out our entire life together
and its perfect.
Except that that's not how it is.
I really have stepped into some kind of cement.
Where I don't realize how stuck I am until I try moving.
And I keep lying,
telling myself just a little longer.
But I feel like sometimes if I had a choice to fly,
I'd grab my baggage and soar so far.
It would all become a tiny dot in my past,
and I'd finally be breathing and laughing until my side hurt.
Rolling down hills of tomorrow and really living.
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