If i look up at you, i hope for the love of pete you're not looking back
the infinity between us
reduced to seconds and i’m forced to evade you yet again
maybe if only the whole world stopped, i’d be able to think
about how i bit myself all summer for not being the white
daisies in your hair and pens between your lips
for not being the paperbacks you smell of and
the coffee that you wake up to
In pitiable hindsight, i’m a stray
ailing and unloved, i try to find you in my words
and then in the words of people who have lived before me
and you appear to me as a swan
travelling through the plasma of my being
maybe someday i’ll have enough water to extinguish the sun
and savour it until the entire milky way gets vacuumed into the raven tinted universe
I’ll save you a meteor
when finally my skin will lose it’s scars and i’ll be able to look at you
would you take the leap?
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