young love

eyelids half open, half closed there’s a warmth that lingers, a warmth that grows. iridescent, so sweet, it glows. sweet air of yours, hear my heart; it beats, it slows. fill my lungs, recalcitrant, incapable, aren’t you worried? tell me, can i please be yours? you have looked at but never seen all these inner parts of me: depths of my soul, ache of my throat, the words i carve, please. let me speak. please. please love me like our scars, love me like birdsong. let your laugh be my melody, the air, relief that fills my lungs; the sight of colour im so incapable of. only sixteen, us, too old, too young, you, too brash, too dumb. me, too scared, too slow. for the undying love, i promised you so. i never told you how i felt. i n e v e r relapse, wrung out, dry. retreat, let us. repeat. the lies, you’ll uncover with time. but this life is nothing, this vessel empty and mundane. tell me, can you please be mine?