I'd like to burrow myself in your eyebrows
so that I know exactly how you see things in this

world
I like to think you are this shiny girl who

feels things with her eyes and accepts how the

color red makes you angry
By this I mean I think you are open to the way

people hide in themselves and the way hope is

indestructible.
But,
are you open to me like I am open to you?
and do you still believe there is hope for our

souls to crash together?
Most importantly, will you let me bury myself in

you?