hiraeth

I could’ve been your cheerleader
But as it turns out
God set my alarm clock ahead
I’m about 34 years late to the game.

This sweet teenage dream
Has run stale and old.
Like a fool trying to revive the dead,
I speak these magic words:
I love you.

Curved lips melt into a saccharine smile
I want to play this animation
In a loop that strengthens each time.
Every line in your face remembers the joy
Like a breathing memory foam;
I love them all the same.

This frosted, gold-accented laurel
A crown upon your head
Is a mark of maturity and confidence.
Yet, you turn your face away
To its simple beauty?

Tightly wound strings of fate
Tenaciously block the intersection
Between me and you.
Foolishly, I think I’m closer to untying them.

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[angel]

I DON't know who...would I know, if you told me?
I was in love with a man older than I; the whole world knew him. Yet he was already in love--far too much-- when we met, so we could be but friends.