pinky promise !!
we made a promise 5 years ago
and i just wanted you to know
that i'm not planning on breaking it
and i guess nobody told me that it would hurt
because everytime i hear a song that makes me want to get better
my heart is a flower, withering in the too-bright light
of your sun
at 16, 17, 18, 19
even 20, 21, 22, 23
you couldn't have known
that you'd hold my hand every step of the way
i'm glad you do know, though
you know when to tell me you love me
and you know when to show it instead
i am so grateful that you found me
and it is beyond power of speech for me to explain this love
it's bigger than myself - can i even own it?
is the moon high enough?
are the pits of hell low enough?
i breathe in your kind smile
and the crinkles in your eyes push air into my lungs
your laughter urges my heart to beat one more time
and the gentleness of your fingers tangling with mine
presses blood through these veins
you are enough
and you always, always have been
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