(my) thoughts speak only of you:
the nightmarish fairytale of
a (crumbling) spirit
tied to a lost soul
maybe, if I give you my (heart), it (will) mend the cracks in yours
tomorrow night, I will (fall asleep) under cut-glass comets,
trap them in my dream catcher
and gather them for you in the morning:
(soon), the hurt in your eyes will be eclipsed by stardust
(from) solar system eyes to renewed heart, you will be happy
(life’s cruel), I know,
so let me paint a smile onto your lips:
cherry red’s your (poison)
remember when we gorged on cherries, and they stained your tongue?
(but) wait! (I) am yet to fix your hair:
let me bottle a waterfall so that it will
cascade
into glinting curls
of liquid pearls
it will bring out your eyes, especially when you smile
and finally, what I (desperately hope) to do
is breathe the last ounce of strength (that) I have
from my soul into (yours)
by remembering what you said to me last night:
“I know you (won’t) believe me, but I think you’re beautiful.”
You’re right – I didn’t
I’m sorry.