Short Poems On Saturday Mornings

i will always live for the gasps of airlessness
the electricity that cannot be breached
nor described
the way your face looks
so close to mine
and how jumbled words the get my head in

i am young and afraid
of bitter endings that taste bad and beginnings that are
sickeningly sweet
but i want your eyes
to connect with mine

and when they do i swear i will never choose another

but when they dont i swear i will always be alone

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