After we held hands,
you rubbed your palms against your jeans
like I was stuck beneath the nails of your fingers;
Clinging between the lines of your callouses.
I hated that you smelled like apples
because I could still detect the faint musk falling off my clothes like moth wings.
The wrinkle between the fine stroke of your brows
told me you smelt it to,
but was
either breathing as little as possible
or to much of a gentleman to comment.
You have always been so much better then human.
Stupid man,
who said you could harbor storm clouds in your eyes?
Or hold me so carefully it made me darken your shirt with tears.
When the gods built me around this emptiness,
you knew we were never meant to have forever.
But still, you watched me sleep in the shadow of your body
and for once
I fit
Had you let me carve my heart from its cage
I would have tucked you away in my chest cavity
Praying silently
that I would fill up with rain.
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