You, and your effortless pull,
The way all things come to you—
And how eyes can only briefly glance your way
As if taking in too much of you is a sin.
Us, and the way I’m ever-drawn to you,
Yet cannot exist by your side—
And how all of me is your reflection
Because this is the way the world needs us to be.
We understand what they never will.
We see colors that can only appear when the universal layers fall into place, overlap.
I imagine us overlapping:
The unparalleled pleasure and pain in our secret anomaly,
Contradictory and necessary.
Until we eclipse, I’ll gently fade away for you each dawn,
As surely as you’ll extinguish each dusk—
Our connection always strengthened by sacrifice,
Hidden in plain sight.
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