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Dakota Johnson
I recharge the cells
every now and then
this daylight present
floor left wet in steps
in this air you depend
I from choice, reticent
a disguise to represent
say what fails if cement
what hits it unharvested
the heat you fear in debt.
Swimming butterfly to heaven
with fingertips to her temple
relaxing a heavier example
“you'll arrive, no purple”
she quietly mumbles.
So I waited on you at the block
those newly built hood mirrors
what waited by me was unsure
while I felt you'd left me more.
Today's world is like a hectic exorcist ceremony. The news, the blogs, social media, YouTube, Netflix—everything on Earth is trying to rid us of ourselves. It's like we've become the problem. We've always been the only ones here, so it adds up why, daily, I'm grateful I have you all in my life, one way or another. Some of you inspire me, I'm accountable to some, and for some, it's my next book keeping me relevant. You all make the world I'm a part of still recognizable by its fabric. You're all awesome.
Thank you, Dakota Johnson, Don Johnson, Melanie Griffith, Kathy and Richard Hilton, Paris, Nicky, Barron, and Conrad Hilton, Taylor Swift, Ariana Grande, Drake, Beyoncé, Tate McRae, Donald Trump, BLACKPINK, Madonna, Charli XCX, YesJulz, SZA, Sommer Ray, Chantel Jeffries, Madison Beer, Kendall, Kris, and Kylie Jenner, Kim, Kourtney, and Khloé Kardashian.
My next one is also for the beautiful Dakota Johnson.
