I don’t know what else to do
So I am turning you into a poem
I am here to remind you
That is what you were made for
The girl whose hands turned my blood to gold
You are a poem I can no longer say out loud
inside me your name is a song on repeat
With shut eyes I see your kite-shaped constellation
With eyes open I see the spaces you returned to me.
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The words are pretty and this poem has a romantic beating heart to it.
I wish I’d written that last line: “With eyes open I see the spaces you returned to me.” That’s good poetry.
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