when the desperate sunken breaths
begin to quell
and the
clenching freedom
is gone
i search my chest
cavity, for your exact definition
naive obsession
you are the apple
outside the garden
where do i lay my head in sadness
when i only have the warm crutch
the space between your shoulder blades
and the nape of your neck
i am defining love
tonight
holding you close
how do i scribble at small punctures
when i've only ever known a black hole
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I used to listen to it all the time..
I would go to my bedroom window and stare at my reflection in the glass and just listen to the song for hours. I decided then that when I met someone I thought was as beautiful as the song, I should give it to that person. And I didn’t mean beautiful on the outside. I meant beautiful in all ways.
