Four arms, one heart

We repeat ourselves, brokenly 

Because we do not know how else 

To repair our fragile hearts, 

Other than through repetition 

We hide, 

And you hold me until dawn 

When we can dive into each other 

And emerge soaked in ignorance 

We love each other 

But are too young to know how 

So we repeat ourselves, passionately, 

Letting our bodies mold together to heal

Until we are one being 

With four pale arms 

And one small heart