3/14/14:
Don't ever let anyone tell you,"you are just beautiful."
Bones and stars are, but you are paramount to fleshy substructure and celestial scars,
you fucking are; I swear to you.
Though I can't author it the way I'd like- the way you sometimes speak with rivers in your eyes,
I am certain of a thing: that
I need your watercourse, your tears on the nape of my neck today.
And it's ok if you don't.
But I will not watch some stupid boy tell you,"you are just beautiful",
when each inch of your own coequals a landmass.
You are a floret protruding permafrost Earth to me.
You are a tower.
YOU ARE READING
The Sagittarius
PoetryThe Sagittarius is a chronological collection of poems I've written over the past year and a half that are all specific to one topic. Some are very brief and some are longer.
