— out of every impossibility in the universe, I chose to believe in us; I had to summarize blue in the arch of your tongue. Tell me a story that doesn’t end in goodbye and I will sing to the porcelain guarding your heart. Wrap me in a night that doesn’t get drop below your gaze, and I will shave the dew off the morning your thoughts didn’t touch mine. I want to go somewhere I won’t find you in everything, where my lips don’t crack the longer my hand understands this silence. You took my breath away and I haven’t been able to breathe since. You read stories I only saw in lights, and I still keep my eyes closed when the suns out. I’m worried I’ll still want to be here when you’re ready to not give up, but right now, I’m just learning how to be the home I need.