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Sep 2019
I'll watch them
Appreciate them from afar
To tell them my feelings
Would be ridiculous
Because I am not in love
I probably never will be

I'll watch them
Their blue grey hair
Their blue green eyes
I might got lost
When they're locked on mine
But I know full well
And I keep it to myself
That it doesn't mean a thing

I'll watch them
The painting behind my eyes
The first thing I see
The last before I fall asleep at night
Fondly sketched
Tattooed into my spine
But nothing here is permanent
And they'll die after a while

I'll watch them
Take in the scent
Of every breath
I'll sit quietly
Unmindfully
While the earth continues to turn
While their hair grows out
While I become stone
I've made my decision. I'm not going to make any moves. Being with them is more than enough. I want more, of course I do, but it's not something I'm ever going to get.
Their eyes are enough. Our silly jokes and long gazes are enough. Our friendship is enough. They are enough.
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hannah stares at the sky  F/Haven, ME
(F/Haven, ME)   
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     N, chlorine, xxx and Aquilla
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