b4u

i stand here before you, not text.
untaming the go getter. we are
not real children yet, out
in the street, east of rain. the sum of the
yet unexplored keeps growing.
we've got four cases of our favorite things left
to feel. brother, i am yet. living around.
not sure what my options are, and
could use your guidance. suddenly
this life emerges me, out of the breaking water,
and again i've got something to say.
wish i could say it to you. god: is it
because i can't? desire is draining me.
i am more than i see. i would be a different
girl today if it were for you. of course,
we are not really children yet, but the rain
helps us keep track. and what's that?
you don't look in my eyes, but you ask.
i stand here, before you. went from
being. violently, across destinarys,
across exactions, with decision
as a cautionary tale. before you