#post egg

[misterstargazer]

I’m not in love anymore, but I could be. The stars don’t rise and fall with your eyes, The tide doesn’t come in to meet your footsteps, But they could. My mind doesn’t trip over itself at your approach, My body doesn’t feel clumsy and hapless compared to your unique grace. I’m not in love with you anymore, But oh, I know I could be.

[misterstargazer]

as i trip over my words, stutter through my steps you laugh at me, and i don’t mind for once singing, singing on the way back to class both of us a little off-key, but i thought it was a perfect harmony

[misterstargazer]

home

We are not home. We are in homes, but they are not ours They belong to someone else, and I Want to be in my own home I Want to know what your home looks like What it feels like, what it smells like Who Gets to be there with you. I think that I would like to be there with you. I think I know what my home will look like I think I know who will be there I hope I know who will be there I Have been in many homes They have shaped who I am What my home will look like What it will not look like, will not smell like, will not sound like Who will not be there I Think about it sometimes Sometimes it helps Sometimes it does not The sense of thereness The feeling of missing Of being missed It hurts It heals In the end, it is only a thought And doesn’t do anything at all But maybe One day It won’t be a thought Maybe someone will be there, be missed, be missing Maybe they will be you. I Can’t ever tell, but I really hope so