The first time you asked me if you
could kiss me was when i realised
you had nerves made of feathers.
you’re so quiet, but above all the
shaky noises and the sound of every human’s footsteps,
you’re the only
thing i can hear
You compared me once to blackbeard
because of the way i kept
trying to look for lovely things in a terrible place.
But you were wrong about me
looking for them because i didn’t—
I was finding these things in places
of your heart you never bothered
to understand so i could show you
how to find them in yourself too.
I learned to fall in love with you the
way a newborn’s first instinct to let
people know they are alive is to cry
It isn’t fair for me to love you like this
and for you to have no idea why