you know i trip over my tongue but these keys are an instrument i can playMature

I am waiting for the night you tell me
it’s really over this time, that there is no coming back
to a house that’s burned to ashes. I’ve been preparing
for the day that I would become too much for you.
You are everything I feel that I cannot touch with my hands.
You are vaster than the constellations I map when you’re sleeping,
because I’ve already mapped the constellation of your limbs
and carved it into my bones so I’ll always know where home is.

The End

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