you weren't a writer
or a tortured soul
trading your heart
for words,
for beautiful
blue-inked metaphors
that i would pull in
and hold close—
yet no one can keep
an ocean
in their arms
for so long
without drowning,
and i know
i would've been crushed
under the crashing
of your waves,
the weight
of your words
you were only
a dreamer
with faraway eyes
that are lapis lazuli
skies
the clouds are mirrored in
when we lay
with our backs
on dawn's dewy grass
when you let me in
on the dreams
that you claim
keep reality
at bay
you were only
a dreamer
who never slept,
and we stayed up
to breathe in the cold night air
before releasing it
in visible puffs
of stardust,
and i watched your eyes
turn into dark pools
reflecting the dim sparkle
of the stars,
stars that you said
taste
like dreams
i'd get drunk on,
and our laughs
drifted
like glowing golden bursts
into the night,
fireflies
not meant to be trapped
but set free,
to remain only
in the distant dreams
only you know
how to keep
alive and breathing in
stardust
just like us
love,
mari
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