New (soft poem)

s o f t P o em

I am thinking of a softness
that she fills me with.
when she's in my radius
everything feels soft inside;
and when she's not, it doesn't.
like when i leave her house
i feel the softness being
pulled out of me
by the fist of distance.
i miss the softness so much
it makes the parts of me
that had felt soft feel
heavy like impacted stars.
the sky's face in light or dark
looks like your mother's face
when she was angry with you,
and giving you the famous
silent treatment.

like everyone
i just want to be loved
by someone, preferably
somebody nice like her.
There's no sense in dressing
up these things to make
your poems seem cleverer.

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