Char Coloured Flowers

Cross legged, shoes on the ground beside her she stares intently at the sky, "with me friend it's always the same" she breezily explains,

"Trouble sleeping only brings dimensions to my lucidity
His breath on my back heats my insides
How do I tell him I need room?
That I am the irony bespoke in char coloured flowers
I hope and I ache
then shun serendipity
I wanted a him before he came
Now I want instead
both sides of my bed
the whole of me and
the silence of REM...
How do I tell All the hims?"

**Conversations outside and other things** 
The Above Average Yearning Heart

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