I’m not supposed to tell you

because you’re not supposed to exist but
just in case it ever happens just in case
it matters just in case all the worlds
within and without me spring into motion
into sudden life and become more than they are
just in my blood just in case just in case
just in case just in case i wanted to tell you
that I love you and I wish I didn’t exist, too.

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About Catastrophe Jones

Wretched word-goblin with enough interests that they're not particularly awesome at any of them. Terrible self-esteem and yet prone to hilarious bouts of hubris. Full of the worst flavors of self-awareness. Owns far too many craft supplies. Will sing to you at the slightest provocation.
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2 Responses to I’m not supposed to tell you

  1. Trent Lewin says:

    Keep bringing it, Jones. I don’t know who you’re directing this to, but I felt it.

  2. And, FWIW, we’re glad you’re over here, on this side….

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