~a collection of poetry~
hello everyone, these are all the spaces i take up and i hope that you will join me in them.
this is my first attempt at a poetry book so i hope that you all like and please be kind!
*I do not claim the photos are mine, the...
when he talks about the things he loves, his normally passive eyes light up. when he talks about the things he loves, his normally pressed lips curve into a smile. we are sitting knee to knee on his couch, the light of cars a glow through the window, dancing shadows on our faces. and it is here i want to stay, in the quiet giggly, easiness of it all. so consumed with the allure of him, we trade each other's obsessions to watch eyes light up like constellations. and i love it here. in this fantasy world we create, just me and him. because there was a time when he was more sputter than spark. more drinking and crying, more broken heart than he cared to admit. and i thought i lost my constellation boy for a moment there. so when i see his smile, hear his laugh, feel the magic in the air, to know that he made it out the other side, is all the more precious.
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