Run to me, run me to the part where you become my lover and friend—-I will promise you with the precision of the needle in your eye that devoured betrayal bottom to top like the sky when it’s handled perfectly, a messy blue of perfect, like the eyes of an enraged goddess. Me? I would have given my sun, my brightest cry–in the wilderness in front of every tree and it would sound like dreams where you awaken to nothing but muted storms and you can’t see because light
isn’t happening and you try to remember being born but it doesn’t work that way,it doesn’t work that way
recall recollection, recall the blinks of your eyes, now train them to blink 5,000 times faster–it will be impossible if you don’t try. Easy as it is to open your fists and surrender to
time did you not think for a moment that I would not miss your eyes your complexity the sensitivity of your soul and what this feels like! our love! Life Love! the music we faded into between vi
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