↳ 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧-𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯.

xv

i look at you,
a child of the sun,
and i look at my hands that should be wrapped in yours but they're not and they never will be,
and i know that i,
a lovebird of the stars,
do not belong with you.
and i never know what to say to you
but i lie awake at night and the words i need to say pour out of my mouth
oceans of love meant for someone who's afraid of the water