Our tongues know each other like old friends
And so do our eyes.
And they speak the same language.
Our heads seem to gravitate
to the same pocket of air and thoughts
and sadnesses and madnesses
You see me in every way I
wanted to be seen
but couldn't see myself
Light feels so good after being blind!
That night when the flame consumed me
and you held me and shared my burns
I looked up and the fire danced between our eyes
and you didn't look down
and you listened to my spitting rage
and told me with your eyes
"You are beautiful."
And I wasn't clenching my jaw because I
wanted
to hurt my teeth
even though I thought so, once
And I wasn't letting you anywhere
near close
enough
even though I thought so, once
It doesn't matter how or why
it only matters that it REALLY matters
I'm happy to be a child again
because a child knows how to learn
(feelings and things that hurt)
And I'm happy to be a child again
because a child knows what it wants
(without a reason)
and I want you.
Jan 4, 2011
Jan 4, 2011 at 6:02 AM UTC
Our tongues know each other like old friends
And so do our eyes.
And they speak the same language.
Our heads seem to gravitate
to the same pocket of air and thoughts
and sadnesses and madnesses
You see me in every way I
wanted to be seen
but couldn't see myself
Light feels so good after being blind!
That night when the flame consumed me
and you held me and shared my burns
I looked up and the fire danced between our eyes
and you didn't look down
and you listened to my spitting rage
and told me with your eyes
"You are beautiful."
And I wasn't clenching my jaw because I
wanted
to hurt my teeth
even though I thought so, once
And I wasn't letting you anywhere
near close
enough
even though I thought so, once
It doesn't matter how or why
it only matters that it REALLY matters
I'm happy to be a child again
because a child knows how to learn
(feelings and things that hurt)
And I'm happy to be a child again
because a child knows what it wants
(without a reason)
and I want you.
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