i love you
for not mirroring me,
but don’t know
who to
be..
when we don’t look each
other in the
eye–
when we don’t
even
try.
mindfulness
equals
in experience-
we express to open
eyes and
ears,
in light of our own
disclosures
we shed shared
tears.
storm of the
day-
i love your
breath
and irreverence
for my hair,
i dare stare you
right in your
eye-
jealous of the
solace in
there.
curled up in
the corner
with a book
not worth reading,
still pleased
to be still
in this moment,
i’m
breathing.
i wish to forget
every sorry,
then bury all
our stories,
oh, to hoist a
fresh pen–
and compose our
best again.
starlight’s
golden path
guides us here
to now,
though i’m not
sure how
we found each
other
through the smoke
of our own
fires.
be my july
sky,
taunt me like
fireflies
on a starless
night,
just don’t promise
the sea,
and don’t fall
for me,
rather,
we’ll take flight.
that branch hangs
heavy
over your
brow,
it’s birdless and
parched
and lacking in
bark,
yet, you spot beauty
in it somehow.
i get too eager
whenever you’re near,
i crowd your
space-
breathe in your
face,
must take
a step back
to see you
clearer.
a heart holds
hidden
but still beating where
nobody hears
a sound,
i rest my ear
flush to your chest
to feel it
pound.
hands in the garden 
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