That kind of high

I woke up and it
felt like the whole room
wrapped in sunshine
I think about how there’s a
constant dance inside my
belly;
like there’s someone
tap dancing to my
heartbeat
and I think about you

The good kind of weird
swells inside my chest;
like someone made room for
happiness
and I am bursting with it

here to serve some passive aggressive poems
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