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what would it be like to drift on your fingertips, a slow sleepy melody in the late afternoon or maybe early morning, since those seem to be our hours more often than not.  i can't jump ahead from you, can't seem to escape the beautiful amber in your eyes, calm and warm and the strength of your gentle grasp powerful enough to crush and soft enough to heal.  you see these cracks under my skin, all the damage he left behind him, and despite the corpse trail of dreams and the hiding uncertainties, you hmph and set about with bandages, boiling water and the occasional swig from a flask, sewing together unmatchable-pieces with words of strength and wisdom and yes, love.  it's a nice surprise to know that i'm not quite that faulty puzzle with the one forever-missing piece, crucial corner left at the factory by accident or design.  i am your patchwork quilt, a mess of scars and images and things not yet happening, but you claim i still keep you warm and comforted in deep nights and cold mornings.

you want to curl up in my peace and bask in my light, but i don't have any more light or so i thought, but when you run with me in foggy, nightlit streets, when the ocean caresses me with salty fingers and the sand envelops my feet like a delighted child, when you turn to me and surprise me, kissing my brow and telling me that the stars can't outshine my eyes right then, that you wish you could crystalise a memory and keep it forever... maybe i can forge a semblance of peace, wrap myself in your pulse and dream on borrowed hearts.  for you, i would turn the tides, on the shore, in my heart, draw back and reveal the coves you seek, even if it's a fool's dream to find anything of value.  for you, falling awake to your heart and skipping into sleep with your arms around me, for you i would wear white and change anything you asked, even if you'd never ask because you love me just the way i am.  with shadows on my soul, the premonitions of failure and the insecurities that choke me when you're not around.  even when i'm aching to run and flee and hide, make myself as small as possible so that i can go away and you'll never have to worry about me again, so that you can finally have your peace in forgetting me, even then, you tuck me against your side and wind the crank to straighten my spine.

for you, i would leave the world and never look back, just at your word.  in the movies, there is always a climax, a culmination of things, but it's really quite simple, my dear, you see, you remind me of home and somehow, everything else has paled next to you.  you have always had a place here next to me, always a niche in my life and it took this long for me to see it, but now that i have, you're the only thing i can see.  you're standing on every street corner, on the other end of every phone call, and even at night, faced with a formless couch back, it still somehow becomes your chest because you're right there, my mind the catalyst and you the chemical, a drug i can never get enough of, because somehow, somehow, you're mine, and there is no cure for love.

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what would it be like to drift on your fingertips, a slow sleepy melody in the late afternoon or maybe early morning, since those seem to be our hours more often than not.  i can't jump ahead from you, can't seem to escape the beautiful amber in your eyes, calm and warm and the strength of your gentle grasp powerful enough to crush and soft enough to heal.  you see these cracks under my skin, all the damage he left behind him, and despite the corpse trail of dreams and the hiding uncertainties, you hmph and set about with bandages, boiling water and the occasional swig from a flask, sewing together unmatchable-pieces with words of strength and wisdom and yes, love.  it's a nice surprise to know that i'm not quite that faulty puzzle with the one forever-missing piece, crucial corner left at the factory by accident or design.  i am your patchwork quilt, a mess of scars and images and things not yet happening, but you claim i still keep you warm and comforted in deep nights and cold mornings.

you want to curl up in my peace and bask in my light, but i don't have any more light or so i thought, but when you run with me in foggy, nightlit streets, when the ocean caresses me with salty fingers and the sand envelops my feet like a delighted child, when you turn to me and surprise me, kissing my brow and telling me that the stars can't outshine my eyes right then, that you wish you could crystalise a memory and keep it forever... maybe i can forge a semblance of peace, wrap myself in your pulse and dream on borrowed hearts.  for you, i would turn the tides, on the shore, in my heart, draw back and reveal the coves you seek, even if it's a fool's dream to find anything of value.  for you, falling awake to your heart and skipping into sleep with your arms around me, for you i would wear white and change anything you asked, even if you'd never ask because you love me just the way i am.  with shadows on my soul, the premonitions of failure and the insecurities that choke me when you're not around.  even when i'm aching to run and flee and hide, make myself as small as possible so that i can go away and you'll never have to worry about me again, so that you can finally have your peace in forgetting me, even then, you tuck me against your side and wind the crank to straighten my spine.

for you, i would leave the world and never look back, just at your word.  in the movies, there is always a climax, a culmination of things, but it's really quite simple, my dear, you see, you remind me of home and somehow, everything else has paled next to you.  you have always had a place here next to me, always a niche in my life and it took this long for me to see it, but now that i have, you're the only thing i can see.  you're standing on every street corner, on the other end of every phone call, and even at night, faced with a formless couch back, it still somehow becomes your chest because you're right there, my mind the catalyst and you the chemical, a drug i can never get enough of, because somehow, somehow, you're mine, and there is no cure for love.