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What I Like About You
What I like about you, you do not speak,
Two words more than you need.
What I like about you, the undefined,
Words you use to describe a mind.
What I like about you, the absence of breath,
In between words of a grand death.
What I like about you, is the trickling thought.
Consciousness that never slows into not.
What I like about you, are your highs.
The moments when you make me feel alive.
What I like about you, are your lows.
The moments when you make me feel your sorrow.
What I like about you, the freedom you give.
My words apparently never knew how to live.
What I like about you, enlightenment.
Because friendships don't get better than this.
Two words more than you need.
What I like about you, the undefined,
Words you use to describe a mind.
What I like about you, the absence of breath,
In between words of a grand death.
What I like about you, is the trickling thought.
Consciousness that never slows into not.
What I like about you, are your highs.
The moments when you make me feel alive.
What I like about you, are your lows.
The moments when you make me feel your sorrow.
What I like about you, the freedom you give.
My words apparently never knew how to live.
What I like about you, enlightenment.
Because friendships don't get better than this.
Published 1st Feb 2018
Author's Note
Me and a friend have a plan z that involves travelling all around the world until we have only the money left to get us to Amsterdam and then killing ourselves with their assisted suicide stuff. A morbid grand death but last resort.
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