November 19, 2020.
i call my partner my strawberry boy
my peach seed for a heart
not something i'd normally venture
yeah, i might be a free spirit but i've been in a cage
in a beautiful, deep sea i'm attached to an anchor
i have all this space to swim but it doesn't mean i can breathe
and if my heart were a person
every footstep a thump or beat
every sharp breath a pulsing rage
every tremble a sudden ache
--i'm sure i'd end up, somehow, in your arms
but it's hard to put my feelings with reality
its hard to think of you being able to love me
with all this agony in my peach seed for a heart
like a true aquarius,
whatever that might mean,
my mind weighs far heavier
than all my shriveled and neglected dreams
realism may not be my forte
but it grounds me all the same
but i have this pesky feeling you'll deny me
the opportunity to claim its hate
all this emotion for you
and i was weary of a name
it was easier to label it as bitter
but it tastes like strawberry shortcake
Poetry by aidan haskel
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Written on 2020-11-19 at 07:44
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