Challenge
Insomniac Jots
A paltry spot to place one of those niggling tidbits which came un-asked-for in the dead of night. Fiction, non fiction, poetry, prose, self, contradiction... Anything goes.
your words
you surround me with big words
not long, but existential
slipping out love without worry
future sitting on the tip of your tongue
forever resting on your lips
and I exist in the in-between
in pauses and short words
in waiting, in like, in maybe
in slowing down
because I'm terrified that I'm going to break another heart
of another boy who falls too far, too fast
of a boy giving out words that I'm not ready for
that I don't know when I'm going to be ready for
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