a heart like me
those eyes stare back at me; honey gold, faint whispers of the lines you’ll get when you’re fifty. the sun reflects off of you like a mirrorball dropped in coffee, shimmering and hitting my eyes; you’re almost too sharp to see. and you're gleaming like I’m already yours to be, both hands enveloping mine; let go, and I'd lose me. cursed my heart a million nights, stoically prophesying — a heart like you crossed a heart like me.