blue
(“are you a good person or a coward?”)
(is it good of me to give you what i think you want? or not?)
(i don’t know what would be good for you)
(i don’t know what would be good for me)
(such is the business of life, dissolving my heart into a thousand small sparkling stars, pressing one into your hand before you leave, i’ll never see you again, not like this, at least, and isn’t that the same thing?)
a hundred small sorrows for one moment of transcendence, under your breath you murmur the only compliment i’ve ever heard, your hand rests in the slow dip of my waist, exactly where i want it to be, i give myself away and i never get her back