Finders keepers

Photo by Mary Sill on Unsplash

I've lost my mind in his dimples

and all of my perspective

while I was staring at the dark spot

that sits on his right temple –

a mark that marks

a slice of the darkness

he used to devour

every morning

for breakfast.

He lost all of my fears when

I made the mistake

of misplacing them 

in his hands

just for a moment,

while I was laying my soul

inside of his collarbone –

but I'm not going to hold that

against him or myself.

You see,

I'm now scattered

all across his moles – 

there's a galaxy made of 

everything I ever was

swarming across his skin, 

and I know he has a black hole

hidden right under his sleeve.

I'm okay with never getting out.

Să nu te mulțumești niciodată cu zahărul de pe masă atunci când se ascunde miere în dulap. Oricât de greu s-ar deschide borcanul. Sunt fericită și inspirată – nu credeam că stările astea pot coexista.