I like that book over there. the one that's your favorite. I like what you see when your eyes are closed. things seem clearer to you that way. I like those pants you can't get rid of and the late night poetry readings you secretly go to. (you have no reason to hide this, but you just like secrets.) it's something to call your own, I suppose. I like that you told me your secret, cuz that means that I have entered in. i hope you are getting ideas for my love poem, though. (simply because I can't think of a good reason why you haven't asked me to come.
(But I guess I just like hoping)
What happens after the voilets are blue part again?
I am sincerely infatuated with every little bit of what moves you
because I know that it is through these things that i get a brief glimpse of whatever it is that you see when your eyes are closed.
they are light and gentle and fluid, those things you see.
that's all I know. You are strong. stronger than me.
because if I knew more, it would kill me.
this is why i like the pants you can't get rid of.
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