temperature change 

In my dream there’s trash in my pockets
what I’m trying to say is
I will always have things I don’t want to share.
If secrets were layers could you 
understand it’s the only way I stay warm.
I tuck in the bad which means 
I tuck in the real. I try to remember this.
I think I was born with a heavy heart
and enough words, strung together,
to reach the stars.
I’m sliding off my jacket now.
Even though looking at you
makes me feel cold.
I’m taking my shoes off
because I want to stay. 


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