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you are lovely. even when you're not which is most of the time. you don't speak often. one word. two words and yet, i hold on like a suicide jumper hanging on for a saviour for a sign that maybe things don't have to end like this. give me a reason not to jump. you speak softly, rarely and i swear, i still wear yellow to catch your attention, i still put a traffic cone on my head in hopes that you'll divert, stop, take notice of the road. please don't swerve me aside. if you could open me up like you open their legs if you could open your eyes to me i promise, i could be more. i could be more than this girl who is sta

like reading a book backward, i read you. tears crawled up your cheek and hid themselves in your eyes. i backed forward, pulled my lips against yours, pressed them away, and leaned back. my hand fell up to your face, traced your cheekbone, raised back down to my side. you feel like glass against my skin cold and distant, beautiful, let me in like a poem bottom to top, i felt you near and against me. your arms wrapped around where i wasn't a few minutes later and where i won't be a moment ago. your eyes spelled out words right to left, .oot ,uoy evol i dna og ot evah uoy das m'i and i love you. too, you love i and you love i. and backwards