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Creative storyteller with passion for art & connection. Portland, Oregon.

missing you, often thinking of you

I know you're different now,

I am too.

But your face still looks the same as it did,

those times when we were happy

and you saw the world in my eyes

and I saw my future in yours.


The plans we made disappeared for good reason.

Your life turned out so differently than I expected.

I know I have no claim to it,

no right to know you,

no right to say "I knew you when,”


but a part of me will always miss you,

will always wish I still knew you,

that we were still the same people we were then,

when we were us.

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i'd crawl underneath your skin, nestle in the space underneath your collarbone or snugly between your ribs watching your heart beat hoping to understand you better i'd see the world through your eyes

love at 20.

closer pull me in closer crush me with the weight of your expectations my expectations the roles we're supposed to play but forget that now pull me in fall faster deeper let me feel the fullness of yo


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