God forbid I become too comfortable in this place
In the sounds and the sights
What I see in you and what I smell on you
What I hear in us and what I fell with you
That I might talk faster than my brain will allow me to think
And end up revealing a piece of me that I can't get back
Can't unsay
And you will sit up
And look at me
And worry.
Scrunched brown brows sitting perfectly above your hazel eyes
That will worry for someone like me.
a time, there was a girl who adored space. She read pages upon pages of books about constellations and the stars, memorizing names and how many miles away they were from earth.
I feel like I'm imposing
Which isn't fair for you to do,
It's not fair that you make me feel like I'm on the outside
I hate sitting here, trying to reignite what once was
I thought we we're doing this anymore
subjugated to solitude eternal,
only perceiving and watching love,
maybe receiving it but never understanding it
never internalizing it
it bounces off. Doesn't stick,
unkept and unruly and unclean.
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