give me a handful of daisies
or every word of yours at the bottom
of a bottle of rum.
i have tasted the sweetness of laughter
through numb lips and blurred smiles
and I don't want to get back into stillness.
give me friendly hands to hold while tipsy
or a friday night just for us, freckled skies
and city-shaped tidal waves to cover up the blank spaces.
let's destroy whatever came before this moment,
and build an entire kingdom from the moisten ashes,
replacing what alcohol washed away.
why can't we -you and i-
dedicate our lives to the joy of little things?
let's give ourselves the right to choose
between survival and a light, cozy youth
with baskets and baskets of buttercups and drinks.
we won't be trapped between cracks and thoughts
anymore
as long as we inhabit this night fully.
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