(for thedreamer, pour ma belle)
you watch his back,
not because you're protective,
but because he's walking away,
his shirt is perfectly ironed -- by his mother, no doubt --
and its a blankblankblank white,
and a cynical part of you remarks that it looks kind of like these walls that i'm trapped in,
you can still see his hair,
feel it, even; his face once hovering inches above yours,
and your hands used to card through, smoothly; you've always had the best pokerface
there's an iloveyou somewhere in there
but you think it's diminishing unlike the space he makes between you two, footsteps echoing like drums;
if he's not around, who can hear you fall?
written in the stars
- juniper
- Venusian. Diamond's child. Birthed on the first morning star. Loves only the one who is on Mars, Topaz's proud&stubborn son, birthed on the twenty-third starset.
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