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You pull at my lips like a few too many consonants,

a string of intrigue that will make me come back,

look twice.

This moment is glittering with promises

and I can’t catch it

no matter how fast it feels like I am flying.

I don’t think like my words

but my words build a body

that wonders if you can see

promise in girl

and then every time you get close

something wishes it away

because my doubt can’t stand the company.

The promises seep down

and I twist them in my fingers like red under thorns

and sometimes I look at you like I might go blind

or you’ll go missing.

Tonight is thunder and stillness and missing you

and someday it will be

a wave I can’t conquer by hearing your voice at night.

I think if history comes around again

I will repeat myself onto other lips

You are my first string and I will make the world our race.

I think if I fall in love again

I will see you in her eyes

I will make sure she is just enough like you 

to break me down.