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yours.

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i am a syllable, a note
you string me up on your harmonica
i sing these words past your lips

the small words mean the most,
staccato words feather my ears
like kisses from a foreign mouth

sleep curled around my neck, amulet,
you are the face my eyes see and the pressure on my skin
an ocean between our feet, but nothing

nothing between your heart and my dreams.
isn't it weird how "i'm yours" is such a tiny phrase but it's even harder to say than "i love you"

i guess it's because you're totally giving yourself up to that person, letting the rifle through you - all the good and all the bad and just everything, like you're a filing cabinet instead of a person - and you're hoping that you're good enough for them.

it's scary, thinking that you trust someone enough to totally put everything in someone else's hands, to give them to power to make you a better person or leave you some kind of crying husk of a thing.

(my keywords for this is just your name thee times. search it, and see.)
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WH1T3-N0153's avatar
Ooohh that last line is awesome. Love it.
Also, music nerd me loves the staccato metaphor.