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i wrote poetry in the curves of your ribs and attempted to implant a sense of wisdom in the crevices of your eyes, i tried to instill myself into the space between your lips & yet i cannot attain such a feat. i send you letters of love and wise words spoken from crumbling hearts, the withering eyes of a sad man inspires me to tell you all my hearts desires before i am unable to do so- i want to travel the world with you- travel you like the rivers and mountains, map you out down to coordinates. i promise you that i cannot provide you with the himalayas or the atlantic ocean, i cannot give you constellations as some girls can- the ones with stars tucked between their teeth. i can only give you a reckless, and slightly dangerous love that tastes as bittersweet and unforgettable as our first kiss- i can only give you all of me, which is becoming less and less as the days drag on, i am leaving pieces of myself as a trail- come find me my adventurer.
