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Thx
Thx for tossing my macho, childish, and unnecessary toys.
Thx for not listening to my unconscious immature words.
Thx for eyes-following me from your treetop second floor.
Thx for losing me in order to win me.
Thx for hiding from me so I would search,
search for deeper meanings to fight for you.
Thx for receiving my awkward poetic gifts and lost & found wannabe artifacts with such attention and curiosity.
I was testing your materialistic attachment to glamour, you didn’t mind my dirty shoes and sweat when you smelled like a cuddle-Californian-queen 4sqm bed.
So I jumped in.
But why this lil love jumped off the window one random day?
It doesn’t have legs, doesn’t have lungs, doesn’t have a will to kill oneself.
Just when the fighting was over, such inexplicable comfort, intimacy.. warm belly buttons kissing under the sheets.
It was me, I insisted to keep the window open.
I am used to escape, fly and many excuses you couldn’t catch on time and hold me tight.
Thx for so many things, even for being yourself. Mostly.
But why throw away our special cuddle?
A lil love that had just learned to walk.
By itself.
