(a series in four-ish parts)
It’s funny
The way you do that,
How you close your eyes
And seem to disappear when I look
Even now, even here
The most beautiful thing I did
Was with you
Throwing my head out of every window
Screaming for the world
Softening into a girl
I couldn’t look away
For I found you more interesting
Than the sun for so long
We see ourselves in the planets
Stories of drama, explosion, pity
A striking loneliness
The suspension of two bodies
In wilderness
I don’t want to hurt you, ever
Not even when sleep comes
And we twist
Into storms
Remembering what we want
To build a map for blue eyes
Sometimes green in your light
I think we’re the same
My body told me, so it must be true
Is there another way
To decipher what I’m made of?
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