The Watermarks Across My Skin #4

There was a blue silence that you never quite spoke to me.

I was I am I would’ve been,

You can promise me a world my name will

Never be whispered in.

Promise me the prairie days–

Oh god, if you could

See the petals forming off your tongue,

The way they flick down and roll into your palms,

They say you hand them out to people like stars

Hand out their light in spaces of millions of years,

The way they eat it up.

I don’t remember you being this flattering like a corset

Dress I remember the you I admired on my own.

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