broken bones

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and one day,

when we're far older than we feel,

i'll point to the stars;

i'll show you where i wrote your name,

a great crescendo 

of a constellation,

and i'll tell you the story

of my trip to the cosmos,

and you'll listen to me

like i'm the most convincing storyteller

in the entire world,

and i'll let you fool me

with the earnest in your eyes

and the sincerity balanced on your curled lips,

because in that moment

it won't matter that i never

flew into outer space

and traced your name between the planets,

it will only matter

that your name is forever carved

into my every breath