16 hours ago
The sheet on my bed, a canvas
i paint you, bare hands
tonight, you look like a song i'm listening to
you, the chords i carefully drum on my pillow.
you, the string of words i knot with my hair.
you, the way raindrops align themselves on my window pane.
you, the way my eyes light up.
you are the poem i've been afraid to write.
what if i don't justify the magic that i see?
tonight, i'm brave.
tomorrow i'll regret it.
but at least,
you're safe now, as the art that you are. (i'll try to be better next time)
feb 17, 2020