if this means war
What if I don't know how to heal you?
Will the pit in my stomach turn into expectations that tear me apart?
And I want your eyes on me
so that I can feel seen
even when you are trembling,
even when I am an earthquake.
I thought I could hide my heart
in the folds of science,
like art and jealousy;
like laughing at nothing.
Am I allowed to find myself pathetic?
Sometimes I think it would be nice
to know fear's name,
to address her by it,
so she knows not to borrow mine.
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