dreamy jambalaya

I take this with me.
This and a lot of you.
A lot that you cut in me.
Crevasses that need to be filled
with music and luxury.
Sweet nothings and plenty somethings.
With oceans and sunsets
but also with broken chairs and some ache.
I'm not looking,
you'll get here.
But come with lots of things to share
and experiences and books.
And write your own so I can read your way
but come quick!
I'm eager for the bay.
Excited for your existence
but not making any expectations.

You're simply my creation.

For now.

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Filled up to the tipping top
I take that back
I'm really not.

You've exposed me to more
than I would usual bargain for.
It ignites a new interest in me
but you and I can no longer be.

I look for these things
and my things.
But your things nonetheless.
And his, and his, and hers,
and so on, and so forth.

to be fulfilled, as I once was.
But it just doesn't take one anymore.
Now it takes one who has it all
because I know it all, now.