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i.
shes a trick of the light; beams at me
aimlessly and tips back onto the carpet floor
the fibers scratch my knees as i hover

ii.

we were drunk on the couch - pasta and pinot noir

i topple tipsy, on top of her

iii.

she crumples her napkins and i fold them neatly -

bitten fingernails catch in the seams of my heart

iv.

im a mess around her

flyaways and the buttons of my shirt are

mismatched, like you and me

she laughs and smooths down all of my crinkles

inside and out

v.

i asked her to put me back together

while her ears were plugged with sleep

vi.

i trace the shape of the air with my palm

as she speeds down the four-oh-five

im still a little lost when i look at her

vii.

she takes what she can get in butterfly touches and

i skim my eyes over her in guilty fascination

the skin of her stomach ridged with shimmering stripes

beckons to me and i bite my lip in frustration

viii.

and i know im asking so much of her, that

she can love me as hard as she can and it might still

not be enough;

ix.

so we try and try and try again;

x.

i still have a habit of falling for strangers and

she is well-known to me by now

Description

i.
shes a trick of the light; beams at me
aimlessly and tips back onto the carpet floor
the fibers scratch my knees as i hover

ii.

we were drunk on the couch - pasta and pinot noir

i topple tipsy, on top of her

iii.

she crumples her napkins and i fold them neatly -

bitten fingernails catch in the seams of my heart

iv.

im a mess around her

flyaways and the buttons of my shirt are

mismatched, like you and me

she laughs and smooths down all of my crinkles

inside and out

v.

i asked her to put me back together

while her ears were plugged with sleep

vi.

i trace the shape of the air with my palm

as she speeds down the four-oh-five

im still a little lost when i look at her

vii.

she takes what she can get in butterfly touches and

i skim my eyes over her in guilty fascination

the skin of her stomach ridged with shimmering stripes

beckons to me and i bite my lip in frustration

viii.

and i know im asking so much of her, that

she can love me as hard as she can and it might still

not be enough;

ix.

so we try and try and try again;

x.

i still have a habit of falling for strangers and

she is well-known to me by now