i watch as each word, string, and pause
pours from some secret chest.
"i'm tired of being confident that i'll be okay. i'm tired of not knowing what'll happen"
is this a perverted invasion
or simply searching for a muse
even if i have to squint to peer over her shoulder?
she is going to paris,
leaving jon,
and hayley and steph,
but mostly jon,
and she is afraid,
like i am
and she loves him
and how he laughs at her unexpected jokes
and how he holds her tightly
is he mine?
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