they say magic isn't real
but then how else do i explain how the cosmos reflect in your eyes and whisper in my ear. how else do i explain the longing for a home that i don't have every time i look at you.
how else do i explain the inexplicable feeling of wanting to rip my heart out of my chest and laying it down at your feet. how else do i explain the way you hold the whole universe together in your mortal two hands.
they say magic isn't real-
have they met you?
YOU ARE READING
RECTIS CORDE LAETITIA
Poetrythe moon mirrors the pallor on my face and i sit here retching songs into stone for you
