Eyes to eyes, lips to lips
I trace your heart, with my fingertips
I'm just a dream away from crying
Whenever I'm this close, this close to you

With eyes wide shut, I belong to you
My heart exposed, a dream come true
Oh! Won't you dream with me?
I'm not asleep, on the other side

I put my idioms on the window sill, to see if they would grow.

you don't need to trace your hands
over the hairline fractures of their bones
to know their body was once betrayed.
you don't need to hold their wrist tighter
just to feel the pulse of a reassembled heart.
their past is not an imperfection,
and they are not in need of saving.
remain mindful that they are a person—
no more or less whole than any other—
and they are not condemned to a life
within the confines of their past.
so fall in love with their eyes,
their heart, their words—
their present.

–w.b.h. // a letter for broken lovers

Let me tell you a story
Of the sun and the moon
Chasing each other in glory
and permanent gloom
Depending on one another
Trapped in an endless play
Illuminating the moon
Every single day
Never to discover
The importance of the other
Sharing the same physics
Theyre a perfect pair
And babe you should bare in mind
In my life, you're the light.

It's funny, you would always say that you're the best 2k player out there,
but I doubt it because you forfeit before we even got started.