a heart like me

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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.



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