it's all yours.
and maybe it always will be.
but you'll never have my art.
or my heart.
but that has fallen for you.
as soon as i touched your face.
i crawled over to you once.
and that night i couldn't sleep.
that was the last time, or so i thought.
that i would see you holding me.
the pit of my stomach trembles at the thought of being this involved.
reminded of why i fought so hard to do it on my own. i always get choked up. when i hear your voice. it can't ever escape my canvases.
and even if it is for a moment. in that moment i know i'll never be the same.
seeing you with your clothes on will never be the same. wearing your sweater will forever remind me of all the art we made. or love.
so if tonight was truely perfect. i would be holding you. under the stars. or sheets. and you would smile and kiss me for the first time. and then i would wake up tomorrow and feel my hand on your hand.
but for now
i'll walk under the stars
remind myself that
it will always
belong
to you.
the stars twinkle
and shine.
almost like
they're singing.
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