I am breathing him in like he is my air now,
I am feeling this boy in the spaces between my fingers, ribs.
I am holding onto him with my mortal hands and I watch him slip through.
He touches me like I might break with his kiss,
He crawls inside of me and sits in my rib cage because he is a wild thing.
He tears me apart (I let him) and carefully pieces me back together so I fit better against him (I let him).
He is falling, and he is pulling me down with him.
And I let him.
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aligning stars
Poetryi collected the stars for you but you already had the moon ❁book of original poems and prose❁
