The sunrise comes after endless years of night.
I don’t know how many eternities I can wait to be with you again. I want to slice out this parasite of want and need until I am my own again. Not the moon reflecting the sun until she is seen. My heart betrays my head through fault of your eyes. Mirrors too clear.
I see you.
Halfway wish I could cut this sight out too. Self-blinded to the kind of love that locks you out of paradise.
Always getting kicked out of the garden.
I offered you (am offering, will offer) the apple.
You’ve said yes every time.