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Your eyes half closed.

Tell me the story

of how you fell in love with me.

Well,

it starts like this-

I don’t know how.

All I know is

you stole my head,

my heart,

my hands.

(My sleep.)

It’s like the ride changes every time,

little details that haven’t made it off my lips,

haven’t taken themselves

out of my heart.

When I’m tired of being sober

I want to waste every breath that falls toward you

even when gravity has taken the day off

and I am so far below your space.

We are getting older.

We are going somewhere.

We are giving up if you hold it against me.

So once again I find myself wrapped around you

when darkness falls.

You whisper again,

Tell me the story.