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your eyes were scorched with gold

life was easy

when i was 15 i knew

it was you

and me, for ever



you barely spoke and when your words came they were awkward

staring up out from under your boys haircut you

looked sexy

when i was 15 i

wanted your body and

no one elses

for ever



laying in bed with you in the light of morning

was heaven without doubt without fear about bodies being

less than soul or the

inevitableness of love ending or how

long

life

is

when you really think about it

or how language can never

speak

to who

we really are

you see

when i was

15

i could say your name

without echoes

of pain without echoes

of a past lovers name without

echoes

of

myself



i understood the world



and now

i understand silence

i love the best that i can

trying, to listen

i ache more for silence than for

skin, not your skin,

i fell out of love

with you so soon

after i was 15