Where the Walls Learn Our Names There’s a place I imagine us, In the abandoned bones of that military base, Where the walls bruise spray paint And bats sleep like folded secrets High in the rafters We are two sides of the same coin, A perfect mismatch Black threaded into black in different shades And somehow In this ruin We make sense I picture us crouched on the dusty concrete, Knees touching, A half empty paint can rattling between us Like a nervous laugh we havent spoken yet. You spray paint a crooked heart on the wall Say its “just for aesthetic" I pretend to believe you Your eyeliner smudges by the time we sit, And i tell you to hold still You do. Too stil. Your breath ghost-warm against my wrist As i drag the dark across your lashes Like im drawing a confession Right onto your skin We talk about anything and everything The kind of nothing that somehow matters The kind of everything you sony say When the world is cracked open And the night feels like its listening I tell you i like the way you think, You pretend not to hear it, But i see the way your eyes soften Like bats stirring overhead Arent the only things taking flight And in that dim, ruined place With paint drying on our hands And the future echoing somewhere far away I think– If i wanted to fall for someone It would feel exactly like this Two shadows on a dirty floor, Learning each other One quiet confession at a time













