when i push you away, is when i need you most
bombing for peace is like sexing for virginity.
some say i'm motley.
i'll pull you up before you pull me down.
Jessica Lynn Ingui. Jessy, over the loud speaker. And Jess for those who don't know. Thoughts go as deep as you allow them. Convinced vocabulary limits opinion. Fall, being, as beautiful as the word. Colors, wind, and jean jackets. Shiney pennies and the marina walking itself to me. Indian style on the docks, and shoeless off the side. Hair in the face while portable instant messaging. My world; raise an eyebrow. Upside down question marks and poetry you'll never read. Art, music, and beauty for what it is. With no barriers, boundaries, or borders. Speaking to a wall, with every layer, color, and height. I hear everything you say. Squint your eyes. Remember everything you do; I do. I take notice. Your little things, under a microscope. Follow you, bright. Biography can't explain. Between the spaces, beyond vocabulary. Question if you're curious. About me, trust might allow me to speak you the truth. Hidden messages. Facts, opinions. The real me; few accept and learn. Little notes, bluntly. Tell me you take notice, too. To me.
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