i think i am spread across
c o n s t e l l a t i o n s
my heart on too many suns
to keep track now.
*if home is where
your heart is then my home
is in missouri*
so we keep begging the sky
to give us one day together,
tie bedsheets in a line headed
west and east like we're
going to stretch across the
atlantic one of these days.
i swear some mornings
when it's quiet i can hear
a buzzing inside my chest
and i've known for a while
it was you. but how do
i whisper that across a
static line, to your face as
small as the screen on my
phone? we deserve much
better moments than
we've been allowed.
Sep 6, 2017
Sep 6, 2017 at 5:46 AM UTC
i think i am spread across
c o n s t e l l a t i o n s
my heart on too many suns
to keep track now.
*if home is where
your heart is then my home
is in missouri*
so we keep begging the sky
to give us one day together,
tie bedsheets in a line headed
west and east like we're
going to stretch across the
atlantic one of these days.
i swear some mornings
when it's quiet i can hear
a buzzing inside my chest
and i've known for a while
it was you. but how do
i whisper that across a
static line, to your face as
small as the screen on my
phone? we deserve much
better moments than
we've been allowed.
this has been in my drafts since march and i still don't think it'll ever be finished.
if you're reading this, i miss you.
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