there are some things i will never understand.
you are deserving of the pulse that beats through your fragmented skin.
every echo of your heartbeat proves to me just how alive, how real, you are
i will never understand why the universe thinks i deserve the privilege of existing alongside of you
every flutter of your eyelid,
every flicker of your hair,
every speckled star-dust on your body,
you are real
you are real
you are real
and you are a phenomenon, a diverse wildfire, a soul chasing the wind.
my whole entire world
rests upon your breath
Jan 27, 2019
Jan 27, 2019 at 9:00 AM UTC
there are some things i will never understand.
you are deserving of the pulse that beats through your fragmented skin.
every echo of your heartbeat proves to me just how alive, how real, you are
i will never understand why the universe thinks i deserve the privilege of existing alongside of you
every flutter of your eyelid,
every flicker of your hair,
every speckled star-dust on your body,
you are real
you are real
you are real
and you are a phenomenon, a diverse wildfire, a soul chasing the wind.
my whole entire world
rests upon your breath
[in which i wished she would see herself the way i saw her]
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