please,
don’t let me fall.
don’t allow me to be
the drip that misses
the glass,
the first peach off of the tree.
you read me too quickly,
and now i can only
remain open, wishing
that you could read more.
please,
don’t string me along.
i’m not a balloon on
a line,
i will not float when
you cut ties.
i am a stone
that sinks quickly,
not a lilypad,
or leaf that knows how to
keep myself
above the waves.
i never needed to see you,
touch you,
want you;
but i do now.
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