i trace hearts on your bare back,
connect the dots that scar you, begging the sky to blind me
to the resolution i see in your eyes –
hoping you'll take everything back,
praying to a wicked god
you might roll over and realize
there's a chance for us.
"do you believe in destiny?"
"yes, but not with you."
you're scared, you shiver;
terrified to ever let anyone look
beneath your armoured surface
yet i was fool enough to believe
those slivers of fear you laid
in my trembling hands
were a sign our names
would be etched
into our own constellations.
i hate to watch you sleep,
because deep down i know
it will always be me
drawing invisible hearts,
never you.
Dear Pepa I sense a maturity in your writing. Totally love it, hope you and mom are doing well in the hot summer days