xxx

sometimes I can't say what's in my head 
but all I know now 
is that your very words are like music to my pitiful ears 
and I can almost feel my heart beating when I'm with you.
almost.
I see your words when you speak, they float up, into the atmosphere, eventually.
that's why I always close the door, so no one else can hear.
they're mine. 
I'd keep them in a jar like fireflies, but I wouldn't poke holes in the lid.
I don't want you to breathe without me. you're mine. 
 

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