L-10: Waiting on You

I spend most of my mornings with my blood rising, my urges from last night overlooked so I drag through days lethargically. Ideas grow storms in me as the needs and desires pulse side to side and the building blocks in me wait to come. Inside, I am swaying and the lean is mounting with each denial. I thought the thick skin I wore over years of being deprived would shield the bullshit, but I am absorbing more of the falsehoods every time I am invited into the flower you bloomed. Maybe you blossomed, maybe the way you saw us flourished, but I am still waiting to be wet. I spent most of my nights with the sheets reeking of the cold air coming from my window, trying to cool myself down till next time.

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