I.
today i'm tired of loving constellations and comets and people that hold onto the past like it's something thats going to save them.
II.
i'm so tired of writing words that you will never read, because all i want to do is let go of you so that there is more room in my heart for him.
i've realized lately that many people are beautiful. maybe because they look like poems in the moonlight or have eyes that see the world like little kids.
ive seen that people fall. [something i wish i was good at]
III.
his hands are always cold, because he got frostbitten too many times.
i think that's the most beautiful thing i've ever heard.
IV.
we match, him and i.
it's funny, because we think the same way. in the same mazes, we both pick the paths that will lead us to each other.
his hands freeze me, like mine numb him.
on certain cold days, we laugh together, him and i, and everything is ok.
yeah, everything's ok.
V.
this poem doesn't make sense, and i know it.
that's ok though. my universe doesn't make sense.
its an allegory.
VI.
i used to like the number 6 because it's three twice.
now i like it because it's the number of months i have forgotten about you for.
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