easter sunday sundown protected by the moon and stars, sun in some fire sign, actually, feeling held (gently) by the earth, for real. curve of my back in bed, urs, & when I turn over u rub my arm in ur sleep. plagued by “was it like this before” and needing to see u rn. gulping heartbeat so hard that with one single drop of coffee split between us i could shatter something strong. i could build a shelf with our names on it. cut the wood down, everything. when u said “wow” did u mean wow good or wow bad? plagued by, i should ask my questions as i have them, by, tell me what the plan is, clingy texter, ur a water sign but i can also be ~mutable~. I need to be thought of one way & can’t bear to have it otherwise. easter sunday walk through the park desperate wish: I need to be alone like u.