one day your name will just be an unfortunate set of syllables and your eyes won't be starlight and i'll stop looking for you in the most ludicrous places

but for now

hearing your name supplies the air i breathe and your eyes are the constellations i wish on and i'll be on my knees checking under my bed for you shortly

this is me saying
i know neither of us believe in god
but
touching you made me consider
a higher power

STUCK SOMEWHERE BETWEEN
            I'M THE WIND IN THE TREES,
            SHH SILENT AND SHH,
            RESILIENT; YOU CAN'T, DON'T
            EVEN TRY, TO TOUCH ME
AND
            THE GUM STUCK TO THE
            PAVEMENT BELOW YOUR
            FEET IS NOTHING COMPARED
            TO HOW CRUSHED YOU KEEP
            ME

don't
you
just
hate
it
when
they
give
up
too
soon