fallen

i suppose i have fallen for you

softly

sudden

yet

drowning

is it always to be discovered

tender

treacherous

and

unwritten

my blood and breath are strangers

captured

enraptured

or

quickened

i suppose this just happens

shatter

cascading

you

smile

g.v.

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a.n.g.s.t.

angst is a special sort of being

reserved solely

for

17

~

that crystal cusp of youth

somehow forgotten

at

18

~

a universe of chances

cracked dash

and

running on empty

~

silent scream

lovesick sigh

obsidian laughter

and

cotton candy tears

~

angst is a special sort of being

begot in each heart for

just

one

year

~

g.v.