I’m sporadic in my love intentions,
Tossing aside the moon for the sun and then
Tossing it back because
I feel pulled upon like the way the
Ocean recedes into the tide; I
Show the places I’ve loved and
Who I have been in small pools
Before taking it all back suddenly.
But,
Oh my darling,
Give me your arms and
I will fall apart in your reflections,
Because you are the one little bit of
Gravity that I cannot help but surrender
Everything else to.
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