You’re never enough with the ones I love. You’re fleeting but so incredibly still sometimes. You freeze when I feel stagnant. You move far too quick when I want you to stop. You’re a watch clock of all things I choose to occupy my space with. You tick louder when I start counting […]

via Time — PM Poetry & open letters

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