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puzzle pieces

my drawer at your place is
filled to the brim with the
heartbreaking words of writers
far better than me
my walls are covered in your artwork
the watchful eyes of fantastical violists
guarding my sleep

as we close our eyes, our hands
are tightly braided together
and for every one of your inhales
i exhale my worries into the
unforgiving universe, the soft
pitter patter of our hearts set
as the soundtrack to our lives

on sundays, we go to church,
you told me once
and promptly dragged me into domino’s
to order two portions of cookies
(we wholeheartedly agreed on the fact
that eating chocolate
might be better than seeing the face
of god)