we had ever met,
they were her secrets I would find on my lips
in the light of morning.
This universe between us begun quietly, clumsily.
We wriggled through endless heartbreak,
giggling at their loss.
We slept under the cover of salty moonlight
and woke with our blonde hair tangled.
She tattooed her name on my wrist.
She burns so brightly in the ink of night,
this city was nothing before her kiss.
She finds her strength in pain,
her words are more precious than oysters flesh,
To hear her melody; my tears and blood to her I'd give
When she's burnt out, engulfed in her grief
I'll give my breath so she can live.
When I am cold, she is everything that is warm,
she is the hand I hold in my sleep.
And so we are neither them or they,
But you and I,
And will always be.
xxx
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