I’m not through trying to love you.

Don’t make me look too hard to find you.

I slice the horizon and I don’t need a miracle.


I hold myself closer when you’re around,

skin shaped like my own sanity

I’ve only started to notice in your eyes.


I watch the lights bleed out to these edges and

the sweet starts to taste like truth

as soon as it melts on my tongue.


I count silence the same way as the best words,

sometimes I forget about the swords in our pockets.

We might look like hell but we taste like heaven.


You undo me, I don’t want to be undone

I want to be stitched, I want to be here.

I want to be so here I fall through the ceiling.

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Written 5/17/17

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