Poems from asholland

You
I live for your laugh, your smile, your voice. The way I feel in your arms. I know you feel vulnerable, but I want you to cherish the...
Can you fly? I! Do you have a beak? No, but I am sleek. Are you nice on a hot day? So the people say. You are feared in the harsh winter. I...
Dear Past Self, I'm not sure where in your life you are, but I'm a sophomore in college. I'm not going to lie to you, life is not at all...
Callouses, blisters, exhaustion, Gloves, bats, balls, Cheering, screaming, crying, laughing. I miss the dirt under my cleats, and the smell...
Your fingers trace my skin, like a pencil on a map. Slowing down over my edges, like a car on a mountain. I never know where your journey...

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