do i seem unhappy to you love?
are you even looking?
i want you like salt
needs pepper like
a cone needs ice cream like
my shoes need laces
to fit together to make us full
i wish i could need you like
a bike needs wheels like a walker
needs good sneakers like a new
yorker needs their metro card
to let us move to greater heights
i am bogged down in oceans of cry gunk
and heavy emotions like weights on my shoulders
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