Star lit ceilings, an ache
in my chest, when I look at you
(is this love?) because underneath
the fluorescence you look
beautiful and my heart is
preparing for the damage
you'll do and unlike the
ones before, I'm okay with
the inevitable
because you're like
the o c e a n.
You're the sea, a river, a stream
and I'm a sinking boat
you'll reclaim,
(the water is
seeping through,
its seeping through)
but I don't care.
It would be an honor
to be an artifact in
The museum of your
h e a r t.
Because right now when
I look into your eyes,
those hurricanes shining
under the starlit ceiling
your smile so soft
it hurts my chest,
I know that this is love.
