You pushed me, off course. Gray fog resentment, clouds the stars. Remote and far, in my own mind sea. As distant as summer, in autumns eyes. I’ve sailed far, so far I can no longer, remember your face.
You are the catcher of my words. I launch them at you from the pitcher's mound In awkward and arhythmic velocities. You gently collect them in your hands And toss some level of adoration back.
You carved a staircase from ice, But I'm not sure what that means. I can't even tell if these divots are in your heart Or mine. Both look the same. This time, No glass slipper was conveniently left behind Only my heart.
Are you a catcher of hearts? Did you pick it up from this snowy mine To carefully navigate us through this love? I don't have a map. Please. Show me the map. I can see it in your eyes But you refuse to allow it to escape.
I can read your scars like constellations. They appear like veins of tears Threading together a diamond. You aren't broken like you think you are. Please. Allow me to show you. Your heart is safe with mine.
To "the most interesting man" in my orbit. You are gold. I promise.