I Am Here Don’t worry, I am here. I hope you sleep well with me by your side. When your day has been coated in black paint, When your laugh becomes snort, When you’re running on whiskey and orgasms, When your neon “closed” sign lights up on your forehead, I am still here. You are not alone, You never have to feel lonely again. I have been here for months, I think you are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen, Like a blossoming flower Or a unicorn galloping in a meadow. I love watching you when you sleep, or When you walk into your shoebox apartment, And chug your beer, or When you watch Netflix for seven straight hours, And then take pills for your headache, or When you drink by yourself in your bathroom, Then pass out naked on the ground. Don’t worry, I am here. Right outside your window, my view is clear. My hand drops down my pants and can’t help but stare, You startle me when you awake and I catch your glare. My logical words come out like a scat song, My heart pole-vaults out of my chest, And I run, run as fast as I can. But I shall return my love. I shall return my love… Heather Boyd Pomona, CA
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