Love is not blind,
but he who did not see your worth.

Have you ever liked someone so much you regret meeting them?

what does it feel like to be held
not by another body
not by a set of limbs, a chest, a chin
but
by another soul

what does it feel like
to see truth in another pair of eyes
instead of hidden intentions
instead of absence

what does it feel like
to hear a familiar heartbeat
resounding next to your own
reaching through skin
through bone
two rhythms
indistinguishable

what does it feel like
to write poems about
a love that exists

You well up my eyes,
then you stream down my face
so this is why I need time;
this is why I need space.

if
a star fell
to the earth
each time
i thought of You,

the sky
would be
void of light.

"I'm an open book"
She says

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