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moving to a new place sucks and can be very scary sometimes, i’m always finding myself being born again, in a new place, with new friendships. But now i find myself longing for the past, longing for relationships that spans time. I want people to actually know me but it can be challenging to genuinely connect with people sometimes. It feel like people always want something from me but maybe that’s just how i perceive myself

I will hold back my honeysuckle love,
file down the thorns and wax the leaves
so I can see the tickle in your smile one day more.

We tread lightly in these hours, beneath orange
glows of parking lot lights, summer breezing by,
the clink of bottles in our eyes.

All the while I am tasting this time,
this time slowly, round Lindt chocolate,
this time I will not bite down, not yet.