my shaking, unsure fingers yearning for this    
    mythical love in places i could never find    

and i could see the hope of our creator
swimming through your bones in such
an effortless way, it had single-handedly
been one of the most beautiful things
i've ever seen bleed through someone.          

      the curve of your smile getting caught on    
    the eighteen sharpest edges of my heart    

you seemed anxious but in a good way
and i'd never seen you like that before, but
seeing you standing there, with fast lips
and screaming eyes, was quite possibly the
moment i knew i was gone. so far gone.          

      my anxious, scarred palms blindly dreaming    
    that i am not nearly as alone as i appear    

there were a number of things i had found
hidden underneath the several layers of
your soul, still tearing a bit at some of the
edges, but you still somehow managed
to hold your irises up to the stars.          

      the slow blink of your eyes when you realize    
    i could maybe be something like everything