(*made with predictive text software)

 

when I’m in a bad mood I’m not sure what I want
but I want to get you in my bed. I hope
you’re sleeping well now and
I’m sorry

I let the rain spill into the flood again. My hands are too small to cup it all into my throat again. I talk and I talk until words I don’t recognize find a home behind my teeth. I’d rather be sleeping.

Again, I thought I’d never miss the dreams where I got to talk to loved lost ones. To lose them over & over

come morning,
but in the dream where my teeth fell out I somehow choked on those words
instead of bone. I got a lot going on.
I hope you know I love you.
I’m gonna try to be good
for a while, the reason I’m so sad is why

                                          the reason I’m so sad is this

 

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Dakota is an aspiring poet from Central Florida. She likes dogs and astrology but hasn’t figured out how to combine the two.